They say the first step in resolving a problem is admitting it exists in the first place. So let me confess: I have a problem. I think I'm addicted to flirting.

For the last several days, I've been flirting like my life depends on it, and now, it's pretty apparent to me that I have a flirting addiction or something. I mean, I flirted with the matronly mail lady (erk!) and I even tried to hit on that young and sexy-sounding girl who called around lunch time to sell me a subscription to a local newspaper...

It's been suggested by some of the readers here that this might be the work of Attitude. No surprises there, I guess. I sought her out to confront her, but all that came out of my mouth were some of the corniest pick-up lines that have ever crossed male lips. She was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. I eventually walked away, pretty confident that this whole flirting thing is yet another of her tricks.

I hope it wears off soon. Sure, I like the collection of phone numbers I've been getting, but I have to be in the office on Thursday and I dread what's going to happen if it's not gone by then.

That, and I'm terrified of running into Brooke until that curse is gone. I'm still reliving that kiss, and I don't quite understand (or like!) the effect it's had on me.