So, I was walking toward the gym, and ahead of me I saw this guy who was very well-muscled, and in just the kind of shape that makes my own muscles turn to jelly. I was about 30 feet behind him, and watching him walk, his movements serpentine and graceful, well-toned muscles showing clearly through his skimpy workout clothes.
I was just enjoying the sight, smiling to myself, but then, when he got to the gym, he opened the door and stopped. I continued walking, wondering what he was up to, and then he turned his head and smiled at me.
I was caught off guard... he was holding the door for me. How did he even know I was back there?
I returned his smile, feeling suddenly unworthy and shy, and....
Did you know that it's possible for someone to hold the door for you and for you to still walk straight into the wall next to the door?
Fortunately, I was able to recover gracefully and maintain my full dignity. I blamed the glass. "Wow, this glass is so clean and clear you can't even see it!"
I don't know if he bought my story... the wall was stucco.