I once found myself on the same LA commuter flight as Sara. We recognized each other right away but played dumb, respecting each other's privacy, though we were both alone. She was dressed modestly and was light on make up; still, you could observe all the men walking the aisle, turning their heads doing a double take. When we deplaned, I got off after Sara, and proceeded through the terminal behind her, admiring her walk. Again, more than half the men walking in the opposite direction stopped in their tracks staring or gave themselves whiplash. It was funny. I couldn't get the image of her that day out of mind, and visited her the next time she was back. We had a good laugh about all the reactions she got.