Warning: Watermelon Chips Induce Love's Labours

“Come on ref! Do something, already!"

“These Cajuns got something spicy in their snow cones,” I think while I slide sideways, knee-bumping fans who are watching the stats board add another run for the visiting team.  

It’s the bottom of the third. Home team is losing, it’s hot, and I didn’t bring a cap or SPF.  I’m sucking on watermelon ice chips as if the chill will off-set the coming sunburn.

“Why did I spend $22.16 ($15 for tickets; $2 processing fee; $3 on-line processing fee; $2.16 print out fee (because my home printer broke for no apparent reason, and so I had to go to the neighborhood Fedex Office just 15 minutes before the game. (But, I got to feel the copygirl’s energy one more time.  (I hadn’t yet decided if she’s on our team.  Now, I know she’s not because she wasn’t at all interested in the fact that I was in a huge hurry to print my SOFTBALL tickets or let me know that she ‘would love to be there’))) for these misery-inducing seats?”

I think this thought about the time my body-hot lotion is pushing from my pores and lubricating the plastic arm rests. Now, my fluids are mixing with all kinds of other people’s fluids that have pushed out and resided here for decades.  But then—, I spy a pretty girl and the aria begins, and I have an answer to my question. 

"That’s why!”  

Yep, she’s pretty (with or without a ball cap), and those shorts are just the right length to wrap, like Saran cling, around her muscular thighs.  I’m going to take the liberty to infer that her eyes compliment golden hues that emanate from her tanned body parts, but my attentions are returning to a different area.  

“How did you know she was the one?” my future mother-in-law might ask after the wedding.

“It was her neck,” I would say with unyielding assurity.

Sure; why not?  This God-sculptured art is the embodiment of her strength and grace.  Her golden-brown velvety corridor facilitates for truth—from her crown to root chakra—connecting the omniscient universe and mother earth.  With all in alignment , she is fair, kind, and just with any and all who might cross her path.  What an incredible person she is.  A blind (wo)man would readily agree.  

“Girl, you gotta go with what you know,” I think when I reach for the last of the melting watermelon chips.  

I’ve started relationships on less, and I’ll follow the same intuitive voice through the tunnel of love and death.  

And, you?  What’s the most intrirguing body part that you (or a friend) have ever stalked, involuntarily?