The last time I glanced at a gal with that short of a skirt was a outside of a bar in downtown Tempe, AZ when I first started living there. I guess I glanced a second too long when she turned and blurted "What the f**k are you lookin' at!?" I said to her without thinking, "Lookin' at you" and winked. She then smiled and walked off. If I weren't underage at the time I would have mustered up the courage to buy her a drink. Alas, I was 19 and had very low self-esteem (except for that one moment, I guess). 
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