1799Hottie Reuben's Cashier

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Dec. 22, 2003

 

 

Made a second try at Grapevine market, but it just wasn't...'right'.
I dunno. The scotch set I wanted for my dad was gone. All they had
was large bottles of everything, and I didn't need large bottles of
stuff like peppermint schnapps & little 'flavor' type ingredients. I
wandered, people kept getting in my way (no kids this time)...feh. I
will go back for the $10 case of Shiner and some Mozart's chocolate
liqueur, which Reubens didn't have.

But, I went to Reuben's and found almost everything I needed for
cheaper, anyway.

And the cashier was a total babe. I mean, I was babbling and blushing
and acting like a complete DORK because of how incredibly hot this
guy was. He had that kind of bad-boy thing going, tight Reuben's T
shirt (great abs, great biceps!), tight jeans (great ass), kind of
slicked back hair, and this great smile...OMG. I was a total idiot.
He could have charged me, like, a million dollars and I would have
just kept babbling and signed the credit slip. Jeezus.

I hope I am NEVER EVER EVER single again. Because I am a complete
moron when my hormones start fizzing for someone. Man...wow...Is it
hot in here or is it just me???

If I had had a decemberween invite with me, I would have given it to
him. (like my party needs any more guys--I looked over my guest list
and almost all the women who are coming are lesbians in couples or in
hetero/mono couples)

wow...I am so straight & hetero & monogamous these days, I don't even
have sex with other men in my _dreams_. And here I was getting all
goofy and silly over this cute Reuben's boy. Good lord.

Is it because Sweetie left this a.m.? Is it some side effect of the
Essure? I dunno...it was pleasant, but so very stupid.

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1801Re: Hottie Reuben's Cashier

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evilE
Dec. 23, 2003
I was *so* flashing back to a costume party Spaghettifest I threw
back in 1990 or so when I worked at Bookstop. I wasn't old enough to
buy liquor, so a 21 year old coworker and I went together. I was going
to pick what I wanted for the party and just give her the cash.

The cashier was adorable and I ended up inviting him to the party. He
actually showed up (dressed as a Pirate--*swoon!*) and he and I
enjoyed a few months' bizarre flirtation. He went to UT. I'd meet him
on campus at lunchtime and we'd have pizza and beer. He acted so
squirrelly about me not calling him, I knew he must have a girlfriend
or wife, but he never admitted it. I finally got tired of all the
wierd sneaking around & game playing, and decided not to meet him for
lunch anymore.

I hate it when I'm not doing anything wrong, but the other person is
acting all creepy & sneaky and it makes me feel ashamed of myself,
like I'm the one doing something wrong.

So much wierdness tied in to male/female relationships. I still feel
ashamed when I think about David the liquor store guy.