The freakiest things happen when you least expect them. I am a white American guy - no stranger to Asian women - my girlfriend is Japanese. However, even this one caught me off guard. I dropped by the supermarket one night after work. It was just the weekly run for the basics. Nothing special. It was a Tuesday and hardly anybody in the place. I was picking through the red delicious apples barrel, looking for a few decent ones when I sensed someone behind me. 

It felt like somebody was staring at me. I was right. While I was bagging the apples the person passed me. I had to do a double take. It was a woman. Not just any woman. She was one of the hottest Asian women I had ever seen. She had been checking me out. I almost felt giddy. She was around 5'7", thin, curvy with a perfect body squeezed into tight, faded Levi's. Firm grapefruits gave shape to a blue blouse. She looked to be in her late twenties. She made a point to make eye contact with me. They were inviting, full brown smoky eyes above a cute button nose and pouty, lips. Her golden, lightly tanned skin appeared to have no makeup. Topping it off was straight, silky, blonde, long hair that did not necessarily hide her Asian roots but made her look hotter. The high-art bone structure, flirting and yes, wedding ring made me think she was Korean, but the eyes,  and classy vibe made me think Japanese. She held the eye contact without smiling, then pushed her cart on around the corner toward the dairy section. I tried to center myself. The blood was rushing through my head and I could feel my heart jack-hammering in my chest. I went around the corner myself. There she was checking a carton of eggs, her back to me. She sensed me and shortened the distance with another extended gaze. I pulled my eyes away and ducked down the frozen food aisle to pick up a few things.  (Related:  How to flirt with a colleague?)

What was going on? She was married. Was she just a total flirt or maybe a mental case? She was hot as hell, I knew that much. The energy just hung in the air between us. It was thick enough to dice with a tai-chi sword. I wanted to think she was really interested in me. She wasn't checking out any other guys that I could see. We both shopped. We intersected a couple of times. She passed very close to me and always made eye contact. No smile, though. So, we eye-screwed each other for the rest of our time in the store. I filed in line at the express check out lane. She was in line a couple of lanes down. She finished before me. So this was the last chance. I was waiting for my debit card to process when she pushed her cart full of bags in front of me. Yep: clear, undeniable direct eye contact with only me for several seconds and then out the sliding doors into the night. It seemed to take forever, but the cashier finally handed me the receipt and I dashed out. 

I scanned the dark parking lot. But she was right in front of me. She had pulled her gray minivan up to the curb and was loading it up with the groceries. I had to pass in front of her to get to my car. She looked up at me again. This was my last chance to cash in but I chickened out. I pushed my cart on to my car in shock. I loaded up and was heading for the door when the mini-van coasted by me. She was still giving me the look - still without a smile. I knew I had to follow up on this. I whipped out of that space. She had pulled over beside a closed bank, waiting for me to fall in behind her. I could see her eyes through her mirror. She drove on. I glued my car to hers so I wouldn't lose her. We made a couple of turns and headed down a stretch of familiar road. I started having doubts. This was too weird to be good. Things like this just don't happen. It must be a joke or some kind of set-up for a robbery or something. My cell phone rang. I checked the screen - it was my girlfriend. I let it go into voice mail. The flow of traffic and my doubts led me from behind her to beside her. She didn't glance over. I passed her and eased in front of her. Our eyes caught again in the mirrors. We rolled like that for a few minutes. Her right turn signal started flashing. There was a turn ahead up into an apartment complex. I took it. She followed. That had to be a signal, I thought. If she wanted it to end, she would have turned without a signal. I kept going. We started upon a parking garage. Her turn signal flashed again. On cue, I pulled in. She went around me and to a space. I pulled into an unmarked space a couple of cars down from her. I sat in my car. I better not do this. I started thinking about my girlfriend. his doesn't happen every day, though; so I am going to play it to the hilt. 

Continued: In her apartment