The other day Paul Newman, a very distinguished and truly old (looks 70?) old man who sits several feet across from me was looking ESPECIALLY dapper. And I think he knew it. He had on a skinny blue tie and his usual crisp white shirt that illuminates wrinkles and baby blues. It was all very nice.
So nice that without realizing it, I was staring. Suddenly he looked up, but by now it was too awkward for me to look away. So I kept staring. He kept staring back. I think we stared at each other for a good 3 seconds (half a lifetime) before my youth caved. I have not really looked at him since, even though I have to go out of my way not to look at him again. Sad.
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