God smiled on us and in front of you was an old man counting coins and using sixty coupons. It gave you the time to flip through a magazine from the rack and time to us to simple look at you. You only had one purchase – BACTINE. You were a cyclist judging by the helmet hanging from your hand and apparently had taken a spill and scraped your lower leg. Such a sin to mar that luscious limb.
Both she and I stared in unabashed delight while you merely stood there, turning a page now and then. Never before, and frankly never since, have I ever seen pure manly perfection live and in person. You were sweaty, the artificial store air drying the dark hair along your forehead, but your tee shirt clung to your chest and back in the most beautiful manner. There was dirt on your thigh and, oh my, didn’t I wish I was brave enough to offer to dust it off for you.
You were rugged and sculpted and real. Not perfect, no, that would be overkill. You wore glasses. Cute masculine frames that magnified your blue eyes. Yes, I remember the color and that you had the beginnings of those lines women call crow’s feet. On you, they hinted at laughter, like you smiled a lot. I wondered what you looked like when you smiled.
Mr. Pennies finished his transaction and you put the magazine back. Then you smiled at the clerk and I nearly fainted. Before you were storybook handsome. That smile transformed you into God-like magnificence.
I was not the only one affected. The clerk had to blink twice before ringing you up. You shrugged and admitted you had already opened and used the spray on your leg scrape. The naughty-boy tone in your voice was filled with a tease and my toes curled. You pulled a five-dollar bill from a hidden pocket in your shorts to pay but the total was $5.06.
You turned and asked if I had an extra six cents. I did and gladly gave you a penny and a nickel. The “thank you” you murmured was more decadent than chocolate. You took your purchase and walked away. My best friend, the store clerk and I watched you walk out and the rear view was just as nice as the front. Then you dropped the receipt the clerk had given you. You bent over to grab it and the clerk literally fanned her face with her hand. It was that good.