Don't I know you?

I saw a man staring at me from the coffee shop today.
He was very striking, and had serious cyclists thighs.
Yes I could tell this from across the street.
Don't ask me how. I sensed them.
He was also smiling at me in a mysterious way.

He looked kinda familiar.
I started searching my mind for cyclists thighs
and anything else I could think of.

I started staring back.
He smiled a little more.
I smiled. (And blushed a bit).

Then it hit me.

About 15 years ago, I had shot his bollocks in an
awareness campaign for testicular cancer.
He was an assistant to a photographer, and I was the art director.

Bingo.

I never forget a face.
Tho clearly I would have recognised him immediately if
his knackers had been on display.