JJBishop
Inevitably, the flirting began. I stood behind two girls, one with her back directly to me, and another, who purposely turned so that she gave me a view of her profile. I had seen this move million times. She was clearly “Hot Panties” for me and it was no small accident that she positioned herself so that she could keep one eye on me. She glanced and whispered something to her friend, who in turn, pivoted her body to get a look for herself. But she did it in a way that teenage girls do. You know, the old “I’m-turning-around-to-look-at-you, but-I'm-not-looking-at-you” Look. She saw what she wanted to see, and the two started to giggle. It was textbook. Girls had been doing the ol’ “Glance and Giggle” around me for years, and it was generally the first sign that it was over—for them.