Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hey, Good Lookin'

Someone whistled at me today. I was unlocking my car door and there it was, loud and clear. I turned around and didn't see anyone except a guy way across the street at a gas station. Could he really see me from that far? I guess so. I wasn't wearing anything special... just jeans and a T-shirt. But I had just washed my hair so it was out, full and flowing.

Two days ago, in the grocery checkout line, I caught the bag boy taking the term literally. We locked eyes as I was pulling out my card to pay. There was no intent behind my casual gaze, but he locked with my eyes and didn't let go. It seemed like a good two minutes. It seemed so long that I felt compelled to speak. I just said "hello". He greeted me back, smiled and finally looked down at his task. I had to smile as well. He was cute - cute face, small, neat afro... but young. I was flattered, though.

I think I'm on a roll.

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