My first thought was:That looks like Mrs. H.My second thought — as the woman approached the deli counter where I was working to put myself through college — was:That is Mrs. H.

She caught me staring. She always seemed to have a finely tuned radar, able to detect whenever she was being watched. I used to carefully observe her in class during my junior year in high school. I’d watch her tuck her reddish-brown hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. I’d watch her cross, uncross and re-cross her shapely legs. And I’d definitely, unabashedly, watch her heart-shaped ass as she walked down the school’s long halls in her clacking high heels.

She was my first honest-to-goodness woman crush. And suddenly she was walking toward me in real life as I did my best not to... Read More