I wanted to track down something I had written before the turn of the century.

I was at home and did not have direct access to the S-R's electronic archives. So I tried to find the piece via Google. I included my name in the assortment of search terms.

I did not find it. But I did happen onto a woman's unrelated blog post from several years ago in which she inferred that my asking her for her phone number had been a form of flirting. To her credit, she had not been offended.

(She had sent me an email with a Slice offering. I had written back and told her it was interesting. And I had asked her to send me her phone number.)

Of course, asking for phone numbers is actually about confirming someone's identity. But I'll admit that's not as much fun as interpreting it as flirting.

Still, without stopping to do the math, I'm guessing that might make me Spokane's biggest flirt.

Of course, a lot of the those I apparently have been hitting on are great-grandmothers and readers with names like Darrell and Stu.

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