A girl stood before me at the supermarket a few random items littered her basket pink socks poked out from her sneakers they were covered with little creatures an inch of flesh stood between those ankle high socks and her jeans.
Nice socks I exclaimed! she turned around inflamed looked at me and said I have a boyfriend her face now red.
Are they his I asked? her face broke into a laugh sorry I got so defensive guys make me apprehensive I don't really have a boyfriend sometimes I just like to pretend.
*I know how you feel I replied in embarrassment I've often lied and whenever I'm struck by beauty of someone new I meet I can't look directly at them I look towards their feet.