Waiting to board our flight to Kansas City, I caught her looking at me. I didn’t look away. Neither did she. We had our moment of mutual appraisal, like drunks before a bar fight. Then I was the first to avert my eyes. I turned and resumed my pacing back and forth. When I looked back, she was staring straight ahead with her arms crossed, chin tilted slightly up, lips pursed. As beautiful as she was, she probably wasn’t used to being last to look away.
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Yeah, that happens to me all the time. Women just can't look away. 🤣