A Smile May Not Be Just A Smile...

Standing alone in the sand, bored, you begin to count to yourself the grains pushing 'tween your ten toes; a young girl trim and pretty walks by, your smile gives away your embarrassment, she smiles on back and glances, but continues to walk on by; her smile was one of attraction, her glance one last shot at talking; and then it suddenly hits you like a seagulls gift from the sky; how in hell would she know I was counting sand grain thru my toes. And they say if you want to meet girls go by yourself to a beach and act bored; and I say to myself, I'll no longer deign future trips to the beach by my lonesome; next week I'll be back at the grocery store! FjR-MMXV