Recently I was standing quietly, in a crowded room. I happened to look out across the tops of heads, as I felt some sort of magnetic pull to the opposite side of the room. My eyes scanned the laughing, chattering faces until they came to rest on the one I'd been inadvertently seeking.
Standing tall, and tanned in a red shirt was a devastatingly handsome man. He was casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a sucker for biceps, so they grabbed my attention. He looked relaxed, and appeared to be having a good time. His eyes met mine, and even at that distance, I could see a smile curving up the outer corners of his mouth. A nice, slow, smile that made my breath catch. I knew he was looking at me, because I'd just turned around and looked, to make sure. I was standing apart from a larger group, off on my own, and there was no one else looking back at him besides me. I felt like a bit of an idiot, but it's not every day that a gorgeous guy grins my way. So, I smiled back. Then he raised one eyebrow. Now I was blushing like a schoolgirl. I just stood there looking his way, and this guy never took his eyes off my face.
All of a sudden, my children came running up to me, clamoring for attention with books, and papers, and shouts of, "Look what I made Mommy!!" And when I looked back across the room, he was gone. I felt a little pang of disappointment, until a warm voice nuzzled my ear, and my husband said, "Hey, I really like your shirt... I was admiring the way you looked in it, from over across the room. Very cute."
And then I hired a babysitter for the rest of the week.
Then we went home to real life.