I went to the grocery store the other morning. The guy working in produce (training another guy) says hi. We do the whole normal “how are you? — good, how are you?” exchange. Which is pretty much par for the course. Actually, it’s an above average interaction as far as my usual browse-the-green-leaf-and-on-sale-broccoli-crowns interactions go.
Then — then he compliments my Kermit T. Frog t-shirt. Which, admittedly, is pretty freaking awesome. Thanks Threadless.com of yester-year.
It’s not until five minutes later, when I’m standing in line at the deli counter for some sliced ham, that I think, “Wait! He’s cute! And age appropriate! And he initiated contact!”
Holy cow, I stink at this flirting thing.
