Becoming A Dirty Old Man

On Friday I was walking back from the mall, nice sunny day, little breezy, the Chase bank sign said 75 degrees. I noticed there was a woman sitting in the park on a picnic table accross the street She had a pair of those trendy (ugly) sunglasses that cover up half your face so I had no idea how old she was. On the second glance I see that she's sitting with her legs crossed and the wind is tossing her skirt around. Ok, I guess you can't really call them glances because by now my eyes are glued on her. I get to the point where I'm directly accross the street from her, check the traffic (thankfully none), and proceed to cross the street mid block. Great view, wind is still doing it's job, I'm catching a lot (lot) of leg and upper thigh. And then she notices me. I pretend to check my watch, glance back at her and she's still looking at me. I check traffic (I know there isn't any), glance back at her and she's still looking at me. So now what do I do? The thought crosses my mind to just walk up to her and say hi. But then again she knows I just crossed the street mid block to check her out. Is she thinking what kind of a dirty old man I am for pulling a stunt like that? Or not, she wasn't doing anything to prevent the skirt from flying up. The world may never know the answer, of course my pussy ass kept on walking back to work. The thought pops in my head that I need to buy a camera to record incidents like this, but does that even further entrench me in the dirty old man class? Proud to be one of the youngest dirty old men in the world.