I Am A Smooth Operator
I have a date with the Cute Blockbuster Guy.
Sort of.
Maybe.
Sometime.
Diva Girl had a playdate this afternoon and I was actually having an excellent hairday, so I took it as a sign to strap on my dancing shoes and head off to the mall. My cover story was that I was there to buy jibbitz, but really, it was all about the Cute Blockbuster Guy.
It wasn't until I was halfway through the hour long bus ride that I stopped to consider the possibility that he might not be working today. Wouldn't that be just so me, trekking across the city after spending a week working up my nerve, only to find out that the object of my lust obsession affection wasn't even there.
He was there. And just as cute as I remembered. And funny, and charming. He played peek-a-boo with the Zen Baby, made a fuss over her jibbitz, and didn't even get flustered when she pulled her skirt up over her head, the better to show off her Curious George underpants (she's a shameless hussy, that one.). He also talked to me, asking what I'm doing now and telling me about his recent vacation.
And he walked me to the door of the store. That's a good sign, right? Like he was lingering in my company, and not like he was trying to rush me out?
I took it as a good sign, and gathered up my courage, turned my back on the stroller, and asked him out. For coffee. Which I don't actually like to drink, but I figured that was irrelevant. OK, what I actually said was, "DoyouthinkifIcamebacksometimeonmyownyou'dbeinterestedingoiingout
foracupofcoffeewithme?" Because I am smooth like that.
He blinked. And thought about it for a minute. Definitely long enough so that I could see he was thinking about it. And then he said, "Yes."
I made it out of sight of the store before I started skipping along behind the stroller. It wasn't until I was at the bus stop that I realized that he might not actually know my name.
But, details. The important thing to remember is that sometime in the indefinite future, if I can manage to be without both of The Ladies--during Summer Vacation--I might possibly have a coffee date with a guy who may or may not know my name. Provided, of course, I show up unexpectedly on a day when he is working and at a time when it's convenient for him to take a break. Oh yeah, this whole dating thing is a piece of cake.
(Oh, and if you're reading this on Hercast, please stop. Here is the blog you're looking for.)
Comments
Touchdown!
I wish I had your guts.
Wooo! Remember to get his phone number, after you get his name. ;)
Call him, call him, call him.
You have nothing to lose really.
DO IT!!!
Just call the store he works at and casually say "as I was going home I realized that you might not know my name..."
also
I have a little kid friend who calls Jibbits Gizbits and it makes me laugh.
Wow, I need to work up my courage and emulate you. Way to go.
Woohoo! Go you!
Squee! I'm so proud. :)
WOO HOO.... Way to go!
I am all kinds of envious. :)
YEAH YOU!! ok, so it wasn't exactly like you had it in your head, but who cares, He Said YES. So don't wait for the time to come up, Make the time. The ladies Love grams & gramps.... you said so. Take your next time out as a sign. Besides..you could always walk by one day and see he's working and mention, you know, you asked him for coffee without actually getting his number. Your such a flirt :)
You are SOOOO.... cute!!
Count me in as being very proud of you.
Go girl.
what a self-confident you have dear! wooo, i hope i have that too...
Woo! How exciting, I couldn't do that. I'm dating the old fashioned way, by wading through match.com
UGH!
So? When are you going to go back to get his name and number?
