The Hot Crush

So I found the mini-est of mini skirts I own, to show off my legs.
I have nice legs.
Even if I don't see The Hot Crush, someone will see my legs.
The Hot Crush is there.
For once, for once, really, I am not nervous.
I don't approach him.
I could.
I even have moments of thinking ...
But I don't.
Its not that I don't still have the crush, because I do.
I just don't approach him.

What I find empowering really, is that while my Hot Crush is not shy, he won't approach me (even though I've seen him check me out) because he doesn't know me.

If he knew me, or knew about me, or ... he'd have no problem.
So as I walk by, as his friends walk by, they check me out.
I saw them.  I watched them.
Good.
Wait til next weekend.
The skirt will be shorter.
The tights ever more sexy.
Get ready.
These legs know what they are doing.
And I, I am ready to approach.
You and your 8 friends are going down.