My thoughts after I threw away the business card. "What are the odds I'd ever seen him again anyway?"
Yet the tap tap on the shoulder this morning at QT and the ensuing puppy dog face hit me like a ton 'o bricks. Then I sort of stopped breathing, realizing who it was, and my mouth dropped opened a little. Oops...
And as if it couldn't get any more embarrasing, this is what he said:
"Was I just not cute enough, are you seeing someone else, or was that just a little too strong for you?"
Umm...I...ummmm...mouth opening wider but no words coming out...furrows forming on the brows, look of worry, shoulder shurgging
"If it's none of those, what is it?"
"Not anymore by the look on your face as you came in. Well, I'm persistent, so I'm going to try again."
My thoughts after this morning: "Apparently pretty damn good odds even considering that on my route to work there are 4 Quik Trips and I rarely go to the same one, we probably go to work at the same time, and I get a cappucino only 1-2 times/week, sometimes less."