It was early September, and still warm enough to wear sandals. I was strolling through the suburban general store, also known as Wal-Mart, looking for shampoo or something.
When he showed up.
He didn't just walk up to me, he did one of those stalker moves. He slowly peeked his head around the corner to the aisle where I was, and started cheesing really hard.
I tried to pretend I didn't see him, but that didn't last long. I glanced at him and looked back at the bottle of Suave I was holding. He must have taken that for a green light, because suddenly the rest of his body appeared in the aisle to join his head.
HIM: "Uh, hi."
ME: "Hi." I began scrutinizing the ingredients of the bottle. Water, Aloe extract, stearamidopropyl PG-dimonium chloride phosphate...what the devil do they put in this stuff??
I chanced a quick look up to see if old boy had gotten the hint.
He hadn't.
I noticed though, that he wasn't staring into my eyes and trying to look seductive or irresistable.
HIM: "My name is Ty."
ME: "Hi, Ty." Sodium lauryl sulfate, methylisothiazolinone...
HIM: "I just couldn't help coming over here, because you're pretty."
ME: "Oh, thank you."
HIM: "I also see you just got your feet done. Looks nice, REAL nice."
Hold up.
Uh.........did he just lick his lips when he said that??
I'll spare you the rest of the conversation, but I promise you old boy spent the rest of that little chat talking to my FEET. He told them about his budding military career, and how he was looking to settle down in the area and could he hit me up?
Sorry Ty... my feet are spoken for.
For real though. Can somebody explain to me what was up with that?
♥Tiarra♥
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