Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 15:18:46 GMT -5
It's been a minute since I've been in a shop like this. . . was throwing something together last minute for a seemingly disinterested valentine's date. BUT I'm the kind of guy that when he commits to something he goes all out. In any case. . . you offered to help me as soon as I rolled into the store (I'm in a chair)
BUT I thought to myself, "One of these older women will probably know more.. should have more experience."
"No, just looking around, thanks," was my reply."
One of your coworkers started to help me. I continued to shop on my own after a time. I had a few more questions and you happened to be the only one around. Straight light feathery blond hair and fair skin. You had facial jewelry (alongside your lip, if I'm not mistaken.. silver). I was a little unsure about your experience, but you dove right in. . .. I asked your opinion on various items (some looked like they could take off into space under their own power). I started to explain to you the set up, mood, and night I was trying to set up.. and you got excited for me. It was cute. Before long we had gone from the binds and blindfolds, to the toys, to the candles and massage oils. You had a bubbly and passionate personality and you just seemed stoked that you were contributing to make someone's night better. . . giving your honest opinion but listening to my feed back. When you were ringing me up you seemed so distracted by our conversation (back and forth) that you forgot an item. I noticed but I didn't care. . . I didn't want to interrupt the flow of the conversation.
We made a joke about my email (nemo was in it). "For the Captain.. not the damn fish," was my response.
Being in a chair you offered to walk my bags out to my car. I easily could have handled it, but I was enjoying your company so I stayed silent as if I was thinking. . .. as if I was too proud to ask for you help.. and you took the hint and offered. On our way out. . . you made the comment, "I hope she realizes how lucky she is to have you as a her valentine."
I really wanted to ask you for your number right then and there.. BUT I thought it would be tacky to do so. Shopping for a valentine's date.. get a number. So I left it alone. When you put the bags in the back seat of my car you came forward like you wanted to give me a hug. . . but we high fixed instead. The Valentine's day date was just that. A date. It was a great night. . . and good time. Nothing serious. . . and now I still got that brief encounter in my head. I know. . .. dumb and cheesy, right?
Just a short story…
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
-Mark Twain
BUT I thought to myself, "One of these older women will probably know more.. should have more experience."
"No, just looking around, thanks," was my reply."
One of your coworkers started to help me. I continued to shop on my own after a time. I had a few more questions and you happened to be the only one around. Straight light feathery blond hair and fair skin. You had facial jewelry (alongside your lip, if I'm not mistaken.. silver). I was a little unsure about your experience, but you dove right in. . .. I asked your opinion on various items (some looked like they could take off into space under their own power). I started to explain to you the set up, mood, and night I was trying to set up.. and you got excited for me. It was cute. Before long we had gone from the binds and blindfolds, to the toys, to the candles and massage oils. You had a bubbly and passionate personality and you just seemed stoked that you were contributing to make someone's night better. . . giving your honest opinion but listening to my feed back. When you were ringing me up you seemed so distracted by our conversation (back and forth) that you forgot an item. I noticed but I didn't care. . . I didn't want to interrupt the flow of the conversation.
We made a joke about my email (nemo was in it). "For the Captain.. not the damn fish," was my response.
Being in a chair you offered to walk my bags out to my car. I easily could have handled it, but I was enjoying your company so I stayed silent as if I was thinking. . .. as if I was too proud to ask for you help.. and you took the hint and offered. On our way out. . . you made the comment, "I hope she realizes how lucky she is to have you as a her valentine."
I really wanted to ask you for your number right then and there.. BUT I thought it would be tacky to do so. Shopping for a valentine's date.. get a number. So I left it alone. When you put the bags in the back seat of my car you came forward like you wanted to give me a hug. . . but we high fixed instead. The Valentine's day date was just that. A date. It was a great night. . . and good time. Nothing serious. . . and now I still got that brief encounter in my head. I know. . .. dumb and cheesy, right?
Just a short story…
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
-Mark Twain
