@Tai Chi,
I'm here as an a2ker whose hair has been afire.
So, what was it, 1967? Boyfriend gave me a silver lighter, one I thought was beautiful. Good guess on his part.
Next day at work, I was in the head of lab's secretary's office, and lit up, as a lot of us used to then. An eighteen inch flame, maybe I'm exaggerating, caught my hair on fire, no kidding, and Jimmy Armstrong, who was standing next to me flirting as usual, put the fire out. I still care about Jimmy and hope he is still out there flirting.
But my post was also about me being clumsy. I'm flame wary.