Him: “I know your husband tells you all the time that you’re beautiful.”
Me: “Uh” *smiling* – “except that I don’t have one.” (thinking: that was a good one – a twist on an almost cliche’ line. . . . at least one I’d never heard before)
Him: “Well I know you heard it last night then.” *directly looking into my eyes*
Me: *chuckle* “nah, actually I didn’t.” *laugh*…
…and this all happened after giving me a huge discount on my purchase.
Today, I might just love the District of Columbia. The temperature in my car is registering a beautiful 68 degrees and the sky is a serene clear blue and this dude just made my entire day.
Now the only problem with this is: He is a 6’4″, slim, chocolate brotha working at an office supply store and just gave me a tremendous discount on laminating services.
Okay, not all of that is problematic. . . 6’4″, slim and chocolate is all good.
…but what do I do with his job?
Maybe he’s the manager…hell,maybe he’s the owner. Well, maybe not the owner, lol. It was a chain store. Maybe this is his part-time gig because he has a passion for…OFFICE SUPPLIES???? No, but think about it, whoever invented the staple: I’m sure he’s way rich. Or the paper clip. Or the envelope. Hell, LAMINATING. I mean, that’s what I went there for. Clearly, I’m not the only person who needs this service.
And therein lies the problem. . .
Why do I even care about his job? Why not just accept that he just made me smile from the inside out.
. . . . all that. And the thing is. . . he never even got my number. *Shrugs*