Last Thursday, I was early for a dinner meet up. I had made plans to meet the mother of my daughter’s boyfriend. “We,” think he is her soon to be fiance, husband. So I thought, “What the heck, might as well meet her sooner than later.”
Since I was early, so I decided to stop by Target, do a little looking, shopping, okay, spending.
When I parked, I noticed a man in a large truck across from me in the parking lot. I noticed him because his music was blaring.
After about twenty minutes in Target, I rounded the corner of the liquor isle, and there He was, I nearly ran him over with the basket I was pushing.
“Oh, hello,” he said, and I replied with a kind hello.
I made my way to the cosmetics and heard for the second time, “excuse me, excuse me.”
I turned to see the same man I nearly ran over, behind me. He handed me a piece of scrap paper and said to me, “just in case” He made a praying hands motion and said: “Please, please, just in case.” and off he went.
I looked at the scrap paper he handed me and on it was his phone number, along with his name.
I wondered, is this how my H does it?
Yes, he was good looking. No, I have not used the phone number, and yes, I am flattered.