Alas! You are so beautiful! It hurts me just to look at you. Every morning (and most afternoons) I see you headed to and from parts unknown and can hardly suppress my desire to know more about you than your gorgeous face, your alluring walk and your keen fashion sense. Sadly, you barely notice me, and I can't really blame you. Needless to say, I'm sorry for staring, but you make it hard not to. —Avoiding Eye Contact as a Courtesy