I find myself doing this so often.
Heck, I recently went out of my way at my local grocery store to have a second
and long look at an interesting outfit I saw on some unknown lady. I stare. But
usually, I don’t get caught. If I did, I might keep my curiosity to myself, but
I think I have mastered the art of staring.
Just yesterday, I went to the Green Mountain
coffee shop on UNT’s main campus. I bought my favorite beverage, a caramel
macchiato and moved away from the shop. The sitting area just next to it was
lightly occupied. About seven students, mostly male were seated there. Some
studying, others discussing with friends. I found a seat far away from everyone
else and took out a book and pen. At first it looked like I was writing, then
reading, but all I was doing was drawing circles in anticipation of the staring
match I was about to begin.
Then I found my muse. She had
interesting hair like I sometimes do. It was dyed green (I usually stick with
red). I think I chose her because she had dared to look different from everyone
else. And so I looked at her face, my pen in my mouth for a long time as she
toyed with her phone. She did not look up for a while. I stared some more. And
then the moment I dreaded happened. She lifted her head and caught me watching.
My reflex action was to turn my face.