There are few things in life as glorious as the heart-pounding feeling you get when a beautiful young woman catches your attention. One of them is when you've caught her attention. I'm sitting here in a coffee shop when this stunning young thing sits down at a table ten feet away. She's turned her chair to look out the window, which means she neither has her back to me, nor is looking drectly at me. So I can surreptitiously look at her in profile and gaze for a few seconds at a time at that gorgeous face without being noticed. Probably 19 or 20, with flawless complexion, a delicate jawline, graceful neck, full lips, and gray eyes (at least I think they're gray) under full lashes. A killer body underneath a tight-fitting t-shirt. Capri-length sheer tights underneath shorts. My ideal of femininity. She sticks her tongue out, licking her upper lip, and laughs as she struggles to release herself from a heavy backpack. How delicious is that sight--a woman licking her lips? Every once in awhile I do catch her looking in my direction. At least that's what I'm telling myself. It's been a long time since I've had such a heart-stopping reaction to someone. Oh, the images that are going through my head. Which is she, an innocent with whom sex would be a testing of unblemished waters? Or is she an experienced slut who would happily perform the acts I relish most with zeal and vigor? Who knows? All I need do is ask. I find most women attractive, and have the fleeting thought of "Hmmm, I wonder what sex with her would be like," with most that I run across. A few I find very attractive, and I linger on the desire and the thoughts longer. But this woman? What is it about her that suddenly has extra-souped-up chemicals coursing through my body that don't just make me desire her. I need her. I long for her. I ache for her. And I know I won't have her ... and the pain feels like heartbreak. It feels like lost love. I know that unlike real heartbreak, this will disappear by the end of the day. But for now, I'm in sexual/emotional agony. This doesn't happen often. I'm not talking about getting horny over a hot girl. It's probably been three or four years since a stranger has engendered these yearning feelings in me. What to do? Just drop my card on her table as I leave, and she'll mull it over for a few days and then decide that she wants to give in to the primal desires she's been keeping hidden. Oh, if life were only that simple. I'm going to get up and walk away and spend the rest of the afternoon feeling very, very sad.