When I was in college, just before “take 2,” I had a summer job at a place called The Service Bureau Corp. here in town, down in the mailroom. They did get a pretty good amount of mail. One of my chores was to wheel a cart all around the floors and offices acting as a mailman. The center of the main floor of workers was filled with at least a dozen very attractive ladies, probably older 20s to mid 30s, who it seems knew that this innocent and overly eager young dork had crushes on all of them.
One fine day, one of the top ladies went into the path a bit in front of me and made a move which ended with her in a very similar position to the one shown above, but not quite as deep. Depth didn’t matter … it was right there and expertly executed. It was fleeting to be sure but my mind was truly blown to smithereens. Yes, I nearly died in my fearful unknowing of what to do and a mighty giggling was heard throughout the land.
I was so flustered and of course spent the next few days fantasizing about what I should have done. Like that would ever happen. Naturally, nothing ever came of it (no pun intended) and no one there ever tried to get me excited ever again.