I thought I saw you at the Art Museum, and then again walking out of the florist's with a spray of iris in your arms. I noticed that you had an illustrated copy of The DaVinci Code tucked in your shoulder bag, so I pegged you as someone who has an intellectual curiosity, enjoys a good adventure/mystery, is able to appreciate the classic arts, isn't afraid to challenge dogma, and doesn't consider a few minutes waiting wasted time if there is a good book at hand.
I apologize for not being able to take my eyes off you. I know it was rude to stare, but I hope you knew it was because I found you so utterly charming...Not because I was beguiled by lust. In fact, I thought you made the navy blazer/ silk blouse/ jeans/ sensible flats/ subtle jewelry look clean, fresh, relaxed and even slightly elegant.
You were exactly the kind of girl I'd be proud to introduce at my married friends' summer barbecue or even consider taking home to the family ranch to meet Mom and Dad. They are going to love your easy smile, thoughtful intelligence, and spirited style.
And Me? Well, you were there. You saw right through me.