04.19.01 Thursday Okay. So I'm standing in line at one of the restaurants in the building where I work (read fancy and overpriced food court) with my turkey and Swiss on nine grain with a side and drink, all for six oh four, when I realize that I think I recognize the woman in front of me. It's her hair for sure, but that sweater. It was a little too "red", if you know what I mean. But the cut, well, the cut certainly could be something she'd wear. Glancing a little lower, I looked at her skirt. Black, appropriate length just below the knee. Not too tight, not too polyestery. Heck, not even a blend, but wool. Definitely her. But whoooooah there! Wait just a minute! What is that I spy? Black panty hose? Not sheer black, but black black? Why that's a little sexy for the office, dontcha think?. This can't be who I think it is. Not her. Hold on now, I figured, as I glanced a little lower for a shoe reconnaissance and noted the tasteful pumps. Okay. Regroup. Too dark hose and too red sweater. These are the only variables that didn't seem "quite like her". I leaned back a little for a total look, a quick "up-and-down" incorporating haircut and outfit before the final evaluation determining whether or not I tap on a co-worker on the shoulder, or ignore a stranger. It's at this precise moment I realized three people one line over were watching me check out a woman. Godammit dot com. These things ALWAYS happen to me. So I winked at them. What else could I do?
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