It seems I owe you an apology. I passed you on a sidewalk.
I was going east. You were going west. I looked at you as you went by.
My only excuse is that you were in my direct line of vision.
You reminded me of Keira Knightley. You’re attractive. But you know that.
Next time I see an attractive female a third my age, I’ll avert my eyes. Is that proper etiquette?
Would you prefer older men ignored you? Of course you would.
HOW DID I OFFEND YOU?
There was no expression on my face.
I caught a glimpse of you about ten minutes later in a nearby supermarket.
You were ducking down an aisle and had an ugly scowl on your pretty face.
That’s when I realized — you had seen me first. I must have offended you by noticing you.
I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you. Happily, nature has ensured that when an older man is repulsive to young women, the feeling is largely reciprocated. You’re nice to see but I don’t want to meet you. I am happily married. Your world is foreign to me and vice versa.
It’s been an endless, dreary winter and the sight of a beautiful, tastefully dressed young woman in this city is rare.
You’re bucking the trend to lesbianism or vulgar sexual exhibitionism. You’re a sight for sore eyes. You go girl!
You must get a lot of unwanted attention from men. That’s evident from your behavior.
But not every man wants to drag you into a dark alley. We wish you well.
You brighten our day. Take it as a compliment…..