Ogled

So like I was saying. I was in front of the bakery where I had bought breakfast from. From across the street walks this woman. She looks at the bike and then looks at me, made a cleaver remark about the wind, which was particularly stout that morning. I smiled and raised my roll in acknowledgemnet, as my mouth was crammed with food, as per usual. Thought nothing more of it.

Earlier that week I had been lamenting the fact that no ladies had come out and blatantly flirted with me. I mean come on! I am a young, tall, and some believe, handsome man. And I am on a Harley for screamin' out loud! Yet, not one woman had looked at me with big eyes, as far as I knew. It simply should not take this long to get ogled. This was the 13th day of not getting blatently ogled.

She returned from the bakery with breakfast of her own and walked down the sidewalk in front of me with bedroom eyes and a mischievous smile. "Nice bike." "Thank you." "So, where you headed?" "Don't know, where ever I feel like." "Oohhh, sounds nice. I wish I could just jump on there with you." "Too bad there is no passenger seat, otherwise I just might let you." "I bet I could make due." "I'll bet you could," crossed my mind. I smiled instead. At this point she was waiting to cross the street for traffic that was not there. "I have to get back to work... Have fun on your trip... Nice to meet you." "Likewise." Ah, sweet validation.