I'd just finished a big bowl of pasta shells, and realized I had nothing but baking soda for heartburn, which was sure to come, so I decided to walk to Sahib's to grab some Rolaids, and maybe a 24oz. brew. It's about a 2-mile roundtrip. So, I get to Sahib's, sweating (it's still about 81F, and I'm not that svelte), and even though it's close to closing time, Sahib's is doing gangbuster business. I pass the throng at the counter, and head back to the cooler, selecting a choice, $0.99 libation. As I turn around, there's a very pretty lady there, holding a gallon of milk. We exchanged smiles and hellos, and I started towards the counter. She caught up with me, and started chatting me up.
SHE: So, it's busy here, tonight, huh?The conversation went on for a bit more, but you get the idea. In a few minutes, I was next in line, and paid for my stuff... and beat a hasty retreat.
ME: Oh, yeah. Hey, you can go ahead of me. I'm in no rush.
SHE: Oh, no -- I'm fine. I was just afraid I wouldn't get here before they closed.
ME: Well, I don't mind staying in here for a few minutes. I'm cooling off a bit -- just walked here, trying to cool down a little.
SHE: Oh yeah? I just live on _____, and was gonna walk, but I figured I wouldn't get here on time. Where do you live?
ME: Oh... uh, over there, close to the river.
SHE: Yeah? Is the Blue Moon Cafe still open over there?
ME: Well, sort-of. It's been re-named. Re-built, actually. The Blue Moon actually sank a year or two ago. I live right next door to it, practically.
SHE: It sank?!? Damn... just like the Edmund Fitzgerald!
ME: Funny you should say that -- I was just having a conversation about that song, the other day.
SHE: (sings half-a-verse, laughs) Yeah -- that used to be on the jukebox at my parents' restaurant in West Virginia.
ME: Heh! And I bet they played it every night at closing time, to encourage everyone to clear out!
SHE: Exactly! (laughs, sings another line or two)
ME: So... whereabouts in West Virginia? I'm from Ashland, KY, myself.
SHE: Oh! Well, it's a little town just outside of Charleston...
WHY DID I DO THAT?!?
She was cute, in the right age range (probably early 30s), definitely a mom (manner of dress, gallon of milk), and certainly friendly.
I must be fucked in the head.
6/16 UPDATE: I spoke to my young Kurdish friend a while ago, and he assures me this lady is a regular customer; a neighborhood gal. So, not all is lost. :) I may have to case the joint.
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9 comments :
JP,
Sounds more self-protective, to me. You've got a lot of things on your plate and lots of things in the air. At least you made contact. Better do all your shopping there in the future since you might run into her again.
Sandy-LA 90034 -- Heh! Well, I'm there fairly often, so, yeah... I'll keep an eye out for her.
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Didn't you have a ladyfriend in Clarksville? I guess I must have missed something.
Anyway, I know a cute professional blonde about 30 who likes science fiction and has a cat and lives not too far from you. When she gets out of her current dysfunctional relationship I should try to hook you up!
Halfdan: Didn't you have a ladyfriend in Clarksville? I guess I must have missed something.
Oh, that was over, right around the first of the year.
However, thanks for the offer... I think I have some issues to work on, too (employment being my largest concern!), so I'm in no hurry. ;)
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I'm only kidding about the NO FLIRTING thing, ya know...
Thers: I'm only kidding about the NO FLIRTING thing, ya know...
You're Arlen Specter, aren't you? Admit it!
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Well, you know where she lives, so if you do decide to follow up on it, it shouldn't be too hard to accidentally bump into her again.
Karin -- Right you are. I'm guessing I'll run into her again at the same place, if there really was a spark, there.
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jeff...fer chrissakes.....take the fucking (so to speak) plunge.
SD
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