You Worry Too Much, I Won't Make You Sorry

So last night after book club I wasn’t overly interested in going home right away, so I decided to go to one of my favourite places in the world:

The Carwash.

I am a big fan of automatic carwashes, whether touchless or with the brushes, I find a good song, sit back and let my car (pealing paint and all) soak.

Last night I tried out a new carwash on the Westside, and then decided to pick up a few groceries on my way home. So, at me and Jenny’s favourite late night time to shop, I entered the Safeway and found all kinds of single guys wondering the store.

Maybe Jenny and I are going to the wrong stores at the wrong time, but it seems the only people we run into are relatives or old church leaders. I looked a few people up and down, flirted a bit with the cashier, and went home to tell Jenny of my exciting find.

Never believing that people asked others out at a store, I left this idea purely for the movies, but a few years ago this happened:

One day, before I knew any and all of the employees, I went to Chapters to wander the store in hopes of finding a new book or two. I went to one of my favourite sections, cookbooks, and for reasons unknown picked up an enticing book about creating cocktails.

Minding my own business, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up to see a half cute guy staring at me. I forced a weak smile and continued to read about margaritas and martinis. A few minutes later, my new friend came up and said, “Maybe you could come to my house sometime and I will make you one of those drinks.”

Not quite catching on, I once again feebly smiled at him. Had this guy really asked me out? I looked around for laughing friends or hidden cameras, surely this had to be some sort of joke, people don’t really ask you out in bookstores, but especially not in Lethbridge.

My self-assured guy continued, “My name is Jeff. Have you found any good drinks yet?”

Shaking my head, I replied, “I don’t drink. So I don’t even really know why I am reading this book.”

Not missing a step, Jeff went on, “That is surprising, I don’t drink either. Can I get your number? We could find something other than drinking to do.”

I gave Jeff my name, and a fake phone number. And as soon as we made our farewell speeches, I hurried out of the store.

I know, you are all pretty upset that I gave him a fake phone number, but I just couldn’t see myself going out with some stranger. Sometimes I think about my Jeff friend, wondering if he is still wandering the city looking for some blonde named Denise. But don’t worry about him; I am sure he never called.

Here’s hoping for good luck all around. Have a great weekend. I’ll talk to you again next week.

As Always,