I don’t know whether to be encouraged or outraged that at my age I still get all flustered in the presence of a fine specimen of maleness. Is that a good thing? I am sure my face went slack and I just stared like a goofball. I would be embarrassed at my utter lack of composure but ain’t nobody got time to dwell on that shit. The moment has passed and I can’t undo it. At least I was wearing clean clothes. Ha ha.