I'm on my balcony. And one of those little green lizards (pervasive here in N.O.) is making his way along the railing. And every few inches, he stops and puffs out his big red throat. And I don't see any little lady lizards around. And that little lateral-facing eye is staring right at me, and I'm starting to think maybe I'm the target of his courtship. How do I say I don't feel that way towards him, I like him as a friend. Awk-ward. (Wait. Crisis averted. He must have gotten the message, because he just hopped on to a nearby branch and scampered off into the leafy green beyond.1)
1 It pleases me that lizards can come and go to and from my balcony via the willow tree.