The Art of Looking at a Man

I know how to
look at a Man
without him
knowing.
Checking him out
quickly, Its like
a sport to me.
I love men.
The way they look.
Smell and walk.
Young and old,
there is an Art
to looking at a Man.
In the coffee shop
this morning I saw
a man checking out
woman.
He has got some game.
He is not even hiding,
it. I could teach him
some things. Waiting
in line, I continue to
do my thing.
Scanning, looking and enjoying.
I hear a voice from
behind me, Do you like what
you see?
I turn around and give
him a look. Really?
This is my spot, he
needs to move his business
somewhere else..Please.
I get my coffee and start
to walk by him.
NO.
I stop and sit at his
table.
He is suprised. I say to him,
Do you like what you see?
Oh yes, he says,
very much so.
We smile, looking at
each other, drinking our coffee.
Not speaking.
He gets up and I say,
please turn around.
Smiling he does and I say...
Nice.
We both start laughing.
I get up and turn around.
He said, no need to do that.
When you got out of your
Jeep I checked you out.
Watched you all the way
in...Nice, very nice.
You have a nice day
I say....
and thanks for the seat.
We both smiled.
As I walked away
he was looking at
another woman.
My kind of guy.
He likes the Art.
I move on to the
man who opened the
door for me. Nice shoulders.
Walking to my Jeep,
I hear someone behind
me.
excuse me. Its The Art Guy.
I was thinking maybe
we could grab a cup of coffee.
He smiles, as he says this.
Smiling, I just say.
I love to look.
That is all.
But, Thank you.
He smiles and hands me
his business card.
Just in case you
change our mind.
A Car salesman.
We call this one
Trunk Art...No way.
I take the card politely and,
I drive away. Looking
at the man in the car beside
me. Nice.