I was walking down a long hall at the gym today, and a flusteringly attractive woman was walking toward me.
I never know what to do in these situations. Obviously, given my druthers, I would just stand there in slackjawed amazement and openly gawp, but apparently this is considered “uncouth” in some quarters. An alternative is to resolutely stare to one side of her, as if a friend I’ve not seen in decades stands at the end of the hall, or drop my gaze and focus on my feet as I pass, but this makes me look like a zombie or an introvert respectively, and that’s not the impression I want to make.
So, instead, I took a keen interest in the walls, scrutinizing the fliers posted on the bulletin boards as I sauntered past them, and craning to peer around the corners of intersecting hallways. This, thought I, squared the circle rather neatly: it kept me from looking directly at her, and also gave the impression that I was the intelligent, sophisticated sort, always studying my surroundings with curiosity and inquisitiveness.
MEMO TO SELF: Members of the fairer sex will not think you intelligent or sophisticated if one of the “intersecting hallways” you peer down is, unbeknownst to you, not a hallway at all, but in fact an open doorway to the very women’s locker room that the person you are trying to impress is destined.