Charity Work

Charity Work
 
   “So sweet of you to say ‘Enjoy’ and ‘You’re welcome to my ‘Thank you.’”
     “Well, what else would I say to your eye contact while receiving your bagel from me? Not every customer stares me straight in my eyes so fixedly.”
     “Then you don’t mind my gaze or maybe even like it.”
     “You are a voyeur with a good heart. You looked at my eyes instead of my legs which is better than many of the lechers here. When a man beholds me above the waist he wins points in my heart.”  
     “When you went back through the door I glanced at your legs. Does that make me a dirty old man?”
     “Sir once a guy followed me all the way to my apartment.  I call that man a stalker. I noticed your wandering eyes on more than one occasion. But I call that admiration not stalking.”
     “Then you realize I am not trying to seduce you that I respect the fact that your hospitality is bestowed only within these walls?”
     “If you’d smiled just a touch more wickedly my ‘enjoy’ and ‘you’re welcome’ would have been conspicuously absent. The way you held your smile while gazing into my baby blues was just short of flirty, that is to say, had you been grinning like a Cheshire cat a moment longer the make-believe would have vanished. But truly I caught on to your intentions and took your adoration as a compliment.”
     “So how do you feel when a man’s gaze gets too fixated?”
     “If I am attracted to him it is flirting. If he doesn’t appeal to me it is sexual harassment. But I do charity work for men who obviously need a pick me up.”