Who Me?
February 12th, 2008It’s late at night. I’m at Safeway getting the last of the Vday candy that I need. The checker is barely post high school and quite talkative.
Checker: Good evening. Buying candy for your boyfriend?
Me: Uh no.
Checker: Oh, sorry. Your girlfriend, then?
Me: Still no.
Checker: Sorry, I’m sure you’ll meet her soon. Need help out with your bags?
Me: No, thanks.
I exit the store shaking my head in disbelief that this kid is not sorry for mistaking me as a lesbian but because I haven’t found ‘the one’.
Music is my life. Everything can be expressed, handled or just felt more deeply with the right chord or phrase. I have been blessed with some amazing friends and am still at that point where my life is an open book. If you’d like, stick around for a bit and help me write a few chapters…
Link Here | February 13, 2008,
Speechless….I am just speechless.
Comment by H-
Link Here | February 13, 2008,
Omg……this just might be the greatest story ever…minus the “love lift us up” moment…..
Comment by Lauren
Link Here | February 13, 2008,
I like that she assumed that you couldn’t possibly just know normal non-romantical people who eat candy.
Comment by Heather Bee
Link Here | February 13, 2008,
Oh, it wasn’t a she… it was a he. Some punk faced high school kid made this mistake.
Comment by Laurel
Link Here | February 13, 2008,
Wishful thinking… you should just be flattered. I’m sure he slept like a baby that night
Comment by Eric |