One creepy looking guy walked up to her and said to her, “When you are through with this jerk on your arm, find me, I can make you scream ... if you... like that sort of thing.”I moved her to my other side, and we kept walking. He didn’t like being ignored and started to follow us only a few steps behind. We got in the elevator, as did he.“What’s your name?” I asked him.“Foster, what’s yours, Dude?”Did he really just call me that?“Michael, her name is Jennifer. I’m fifteen, she’s sixteen. How old. The moment I saw him, I felt different than I did when other handsome men caught my attention. I wanted to be close to him, be his friend, and, if fate allowed, be his. Here I was, caught off guard, pouring my heart out even before I even spoke a single word to him. Finally, I caught myself and choked those raging feelings, telling myself that he wouldn’t even notice me anyway and that he was most likely straight. But little did I know that what I felt was almost impossible to extinguish.Days. He also thought his waist could be smaller andhips and butt fuller. Well, he thought, what do you expect - I'm a guy! He was very impressed, however, with the cleavage showing in the V of thedress. It was very realistic. He thought some more and went rummagingthrough more closets until he came up with a black women's winter hat,and put it on. He dug out his wife's winter coats and found one that fitwell enough. He pulled on his own black driving gloves, but then decidedthey were too. Twenty-five and he's hanging out at the mall and that's mainlybecause has nothing better to do. If he drank, had friends, or a lifefor that matter, he'd have something to do. He sighs as he steps ontothe escalator and rides it down to the food court, knowing that he'sgoing to end up seeing another movie. Another Tuesday night and anothermovie. He smoothes out his blue shirt as he watches the arcade berevealed on the right of the escalator as the floor of the level abovepasses by and he sees the.