People Watching
I’ll admit to my share of girl watching. When I was in high school, I had a beautiful young neighbor who would occasionally walk by my house. If I was on the porch and saw her coming across the top of the hill, I would go inside the house for fear that I might be put into the awkward position of having to speak to her. I always went inside and traveled from window to window, gazing upon her beauty until she was out of sight. I rode the school bus with her, yet I don’t recall ever having spoken a word to her. I would have died of mortification if I knew she knew that I was so captivated by her beauty.
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