It's the little things in life....
I was walking out of the grocery store and a gorgeous, I'm talking GORGEOUS hunk of a young man was walking in.
He was obviously a professional athlete, in a European way like say, a soccer player. An Adonis. I'm not a boy watcher but this was really something to see.
He had those big, bronze arms that make every woman wonder, "what would THOSE feel like"? He sauntered confidently across the parking lot in his tank top and loose fitting shorts. His brown wavy hair blew (in slow motion) in the breeze.
I thought he might be "checking me out". "He CAN'T be. No way in hell." I thought.
I was wearing sunglasses. I could pretend not to look. As I walked across the parking lot, putting a little extra "wiggle" in my step, I kept my head turned slightly to the right so I could continue to watch him out of the corner of my eye (despite the fact I was walking to the left.) As he walked into the store there was a glass window. If he looked out the window into the parking lot, he was checking me out.
He looked. (He smiled and blew me a kiss.) Okay I'm making that part up. I kept walking. He paused, watching me.
Then I walked straight into my car, thump.