I play a little game...often. When I catch a man staring at me (in the grocery, the Bucks, wherever), I pretend not to notice. And I secretly watch him watching me as he pretends to be lost, circling and doubling-back over the produce section he's already scanned twice, waiting for me to look at him.
It's not going to happen, sir. I'll just continue to look preoccupied with my shopping, stretching on my tip-toes perhaps a little more than necessary to reach the oranges at the top of the stand.
It's not going to happen, sir. I'll just continue to look preoccupied with my shopping, stretching on my tip-toes perhaps a little more than necessary to reach the oranges at the top of the stand.
You're welcome. You're not sneaking peeks as sneakily as you think.
But it's not like I'm not playing along a little bit.
supermarket seduction.
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