When Meeting Beauty

When Meeting Beauty I read the menu at the restaurant looked up and saw a pair of brown leg stretching up to heaven and thought this waitress is from Senegal, as all beautiful women are born there, a poor country which God compensated by given the people physical exquisiteness. In my old man’s confusion I ordered goat chops which was quite apt for my unbecoming thoughts. When she served the food I looked demurely down but did see her white teasing smile and saw her walk away moving like a schooner on the high seas. No, I’m not an improper dirty old man and didn’t make any leering remarks, but it was a moment when I wished to be young and be able to admire beauty openly and my admiration would have been met with a smile....and perhaps a chance of a warm embrace.