After telling an embarrassing story about myself to an old friend, he told me to never tell that story to anyone again. I have a problem keeping my mouth shut if I think it's a good story, even if it reflects poorly on me.
This is one of those stories that I should probably keep to myself.
I was on line to buy tickets to the movies. The family was waiting inside to stay out of the cold. Over my left shoulder I caught a glimpse of medium length red hair surrounding a cute face and shapely figure, at least from what I could tell on a quick over the shoulder glance.
We inched forward and I stole a few more glances. Cuteness confirmed. I guess I glanced one too many times, because she caught me. I gave a quick smile and quickly looked away. I thought she returned the smile, but I'll never know.
I finally made it to the window. As I'm paying for my tickets she comes up to the window next to me and says, "One senior please."
I'm going back to bed. I'm pulling the covers over my head, and I'm not getting up until it's 1987.