When I saw you at the mall I did a double-take. You were nearly stunning in a pair of white jeans with a slim gold belt and shiny silk blouse. High heels clicking; a princess in the midst of pigs. You were older, but you knew your own beauty. Your bearing, even more than your dress, made that obvious. I smiled as I observed at least three men watching you, trying to make eye contact. Instead, you noticed me. There should...