A few times a month, I stop at a nearby convenience store to get a Pepsi before heading to work. The caffeine is often required to function.
The guy that works there is always very friendly. We’ve entertained a mild flirtation for several months – maybe even a year, I’m not sure. He would always greet me with a smile, and he’d wish me a good morning in a booming voice. It always made me smile, and I’m not embarrassed to admit it made me blush. It brightened up my mood. He’d tell me how beautiful my smile was, and I was flattered. I’d leave the store feeling just a little bit better about myself.
I’ll even admit it – I found him very attractive. I harbored a secret fantasy that I would finally get the courage to ask him if he wanted to go out some time. Or at least find a way to bring up a conversation that would lead to knowing whether he was romantically attached. I never did. Let’s face it – I’m a wimp.
Last Friday morning, I wasn’t planning on stopping. But after I dropped T off at school, I yawned and decided it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have a soda (I’ve been trying to cut back).
I was happy to see this guy standing behind the counter. He’s got a great smile. I grabbed a Pepsi and went to the counter. We did our usual exchanges of “good morning” and “how are you” and he mentioned how I hadn’t been there in a while.
Then he asked if I was “dating someone, married, or what”.
I grinned like an idiot and said that I was single.
And then he asked if he could take me out sometime.
Of course I said yes. I wrote down my number for him on a blank piece of receipt paper and he recognized the area code. You see, my cell phone number doesn’t have a Reno area code. I still have a Bay Area number from my California years. He asked where I was from, and it turns out he used to live there too.
A side note: I’m continually surprised by this phenomenon, despite the fact that I’ve met a jillion people from the Bay Area who have moved to Reno.
He tells me he’ll text me so I have his number, and we’ll figure out the details. I leave, trying to not grin like an idiot. My car is in viewing distance of the counter, so I try to keep a straight face as I get in the car and drive off towards work.
As soon as I know I’m safe, I start laughing. Laughing! Uncontrollably until tears are streaming down my face.
A perfect day to wear mascara, right?
Not two minutes down the road, I hear a text come through. Don’t worry, I waited until I was at work before I read it.
We texted throughout the day. Then, we set a date for Sunday.
To be continued…
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