And they say it only happens in the movies…

Today on the way to work, while waiting at the stoplight, I was practicing my best “come hither” pout in my car’s vanity mirror…as all true femme fatales do…when I felt someone staring at me.  You know that feeling of eyes burning a hole through you?  That was it.  And not wanting to run the risk of heat damage to my hair, I turned my head to meet the stare…

A man, had to be in his forties, at the very least, business attire, was indeed staring at me.  He mouthed the words, “Good Morning.”  I merely nodded in acknowledgement.  I turned my head back to continue waiting for the light, singing a little with the radio, when I felt it again…that burning stare….

I turned my head again and sure enough, he was still staring. (must have been raised by wolves or coyotes)  This time he proceeded to smile and wave to me.  I do not know the exact statistics, but I am fairly sure they are pretty low that someone trying to pick up someone else while at a stoplight does not work often.  I turned my head back for the third time…and aside from wondering when this light would change, I felt his laser stare again, burning into the side of my temple.

I had barely turned my head to look at him again when he blew a kiss in my direction.  I rolled my eyes and as I did, the light changed to that glorious emerald green and I put my foot on the accelerator.  The morning rush Romeo did as well, unfortunately, he crashed right into the car in front of him. 

Did I forget to mention he was in a “left turn only” lane?  And that he was married?