Today was one of those days where I smiled all day. YES! I do actually smile and have happy thoughts. Most of the time this strange and foreign mood comes to me via work. I like work, sure sometimes it can be a bit tedious, but I do overall enjoy it. Fridays are especially super because I get to work alone and that, my friends, brings us back to my somewhat anti--social demeanor. HOWEVER, today was eventful, today I got a boy's number.
That's right, I got a boy's number for the first time in...well...forever. First I'll give you the good news, and then the...typical news. Him and his friend were very polite and very flattering to me. They questioned me thoughtfully and commented on my "stylish" outfit (POLKA DOTS TO THE RESCUE!) We laughed, and I said goodbye, because..I'm basically paid to have friendly conversation with customers. Fast forward ten minutes later. The tall blond comes in and asks for my number for his other half (the brunette) When I fail to answer right away (I'll tell you why) he rescued his friend's good name by saying "Ooor I could give you his?" Bingo. I took down his number and said farewell, a little pink in the cheeks. Fast forward five minutes later. The brunette comes in awkwardly shuffling his ankle-high-socked feet. "Hi, I'm [the brunette] I just couldn't help but notice....okay, bye....[he turns around] call me!" "Okaay!" I replied out of, well, out of instinct I guess. I won't call. Here's why, here's the typical news:
Although both were charming young men, they were not my type. Here's why: They were between 19-20, immature, loud, and...fellows whom I'm sure love to cozy up with a giant bowl of fruit loops and play Halo. NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT, but alas, I am searching for something else...something aged, like a fine wine.
This got me thinking: What kind of guy am I looking for? Those two were very nice, am I that shallow that I only go for looks despite overall kind personality? Kinda, but not really. Fast forward about three hours, a young man comes in (21-23?) he does a to-go order, and we talk back and forth. He's adorable, lovely eyes, super nice, and I sensed some coy humor buried beneath it all. He seemed modest about his good looks and was very sweet despite the fact that his card was declined and I was forced to send him away to some distant ATM or store to collect $3.73. I had no other choice. ;) When he came back he was still chill and we talked. I didn't get his number, but at least I realized what I'm looking for. Calm, relaxed, sweet, and not hard on the eyes. Okay, cool. I do have to say that the halo-players made my day in the way that they flattered me and boosted my confidence, I just think there's someone better suited and someone they probably know better than me to ask out. For all he knew I coulda' been a serial killer with a psycho cat addiction.
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