I just saw Her at the gym.
Naked.
It all happened so fast I didn't even think of Her in a more sexual way than my first reaction that I was exercising; I half-ran past Her keeping my gaze on the opposite direction (left) and for extra protection (for Her, not me) I covered half of my vision field by keeping my hands on my temples, like the covers horses have next to their eyes to prevent them from being distracted by the rest of the traffic when drawing a carriage.
I think it was very clear for both of us (and those who noticed what was happening). And if She ever speaks to me again, She will probably bring it up. What on earth am I going to tell Her?! "I don't wish to see you naked... well, I do but... just... I'm... you..." What if She's already noticed how I feel for Her. I mean I've never been too good at hiding my feelings; if I were any more transparent I would be a bloody drinking glass!
This whole thing wasn't due to the attitude our society has towards naked human bodies, especially those of women, by equaling them with sexuality and sex. This whole thing was solely due to my attraction for Her, the attraction I am very hard trying not to reveal, the attraction I momentarily thought I had overcome. Not anymore, people... not anymore.
Gods, She looked like Botticelli's Venus on the shell.
Damn it...
