The Cake Lady saw him when she stopped by and said, "he is TOO good looking."
Amen sister.
I have no idea what his name was because when he introduced himself, my brain was all mushy and girly and playing soft slow music while creating scenes of the two of skipping down the beach holding hands minutes after our marriage ceremony.
*sigh*
But when he shook my hand (and probably because I was so dumb-struck by his amazing gorgeousness) he ended up embracing my entire hand, instead of just my four fingers. Does that make sense?
Anyway, I just found myself sitting here off in Fantasy Land thinking about how funny it would be to tell that story later on as a "The First Time I Met..." tale... with him sitting beside me, holding my hand (the right way), laughing right along about how nervous he was.
*sigh*
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Being Retarded, Dating, I'm a loser, my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life
