I want candy
I make sure I go to The Corner Store on Thursday nights. There’s a guy who works there who’s kinda interesting. He works more than just Thursday nights, but that’s the only part of his schedule I can remember.
At first I thought he was just friendly. Then I thought it was because he’s a fellow longhair. (What? You think I’d remember the work schedule of of a shorthair?) Actually, he sports an undercut (short sides and back, long on top) with the top done in African-style braids which, at work, he pulls back in a high ponytail with a scrunchie. A ponytail of braids as it were. Not as unbecoming as it sounds on a blond guy.
Anyway, I’m beginning to thing he’s flirting with me, and not for the entertainment value that goes along with flirting. And he greets me by name every time I walk in the store, no matter what he’s doing. (He’s made me pizza a couple of times, which explains how he knows my name.)
Well last night, he was cleaning behind the deli counter—had his back to the door and everything—and the door hadn’t shut behind me before he called out, “Hi Bruce!”
Of course, that was exactly my intention, to see if I had been dreaming any of this. Before leaving the house I’d made sure my hair was brushed just so, and I left it down, spilling all across my back. I didn’t need to buy a couple of Dove bars. I had Hershey’s at home and frankly, I’m liking my new, thinner waistline.
As an aside, I’m even thinking of buying some 31” pants and shorts for the summer, when only a year ago winter that I got rid of all my 32” ones figuring I’d never fit in them again. In fact, yesterday, I was standing sideways to the EP and she told me, “Okay, you can stop losing weight now.”
In any event, after a bit of verbal sparring, he’s really quite charming, he came over to the second register to spare me from standing in line with all the people buying lotto tickets. I neglected to track where his eyes went as he looked at me. Now that I think of it, he works Friday nights too. That’ll be tonight’s experiment.
In another area, I got a message on one of my personal ads. A 22 year-old guy from Romania no less. Quite flattering actually, but I’m not sure what I’d do with a guy who’s halfway around the world. Although I am considering going to Hungary in the autumn of 2006 and Romania is right next door…
April 17th, 2005 at 4:53 pm EDT
After web boy, candy boy? (But I see that your Romanian is also a web designer.)