The other day my wife and I went to grab a bite in the middle of shopping, and I kept looking at this other woman. In my younger days, I would have been as guilty as sin of everything I was accused of. Not this time. I was interested in her purse, tops and shoes. She was very well put together and looked very nice. I kept looking to see how it all went together.
Now I did all of this with frequent short bursts instead of the obvious stare. It didn't matter my wife only asked if I wanted an introduction. Ouch! I know I was looking too hard, but I just couldn't help myself. Her clothes were gorgeous and I wished I had them. I wished even more that I could look that good in them. Luckily I talked my way out of this by claiming that I was looking at the baby at the table. Small white lie.
It is truly sad because I must really be old since I was only looking at her outfit.