back in the game

Once again, along comes the prospect of another date, this time in the form of my local grocer. Yes friends, I was asked out by a checker in a health food store. The man is now in possession of my phone number, which he very suavely pulled out his cell phone to accept.

Now of course we know that this episode was not without the peculiar horrifying humor that my dating life seems so prone to. Why did she ask him how come he does not have his mother's phone number programed into his phone? Why did she say "I don't know" when he asked her if he could get her number? Why did she try to make a joke and say that the elderly woman next in line left and went to the next line because she was afraid that he was going to ask for her number too? It's hard work staying single, folks. I don't just invent this stuff on the spur of the moment. Coming across this green takes practice, you know. Years of refinement.

I think I'm ready for another bad date though. I don't think this is going anywhere because the whole night after this unsettling proposal I felt like my shoulders were closing in around my heart. (Hmmm.) Nevertheless, if he somehow overlooks my lack of social coherence and calls me, I think that going out on a date with him would be a good thing for me. Some variety. And possibly a very entertaining blog! I don't know a single thing about him, outside of several key factors:
1. He does not live at home (I don't really care)
2. He thinks that working at the grocery store is monotonous.
3. He has a second job as a bouncer (I'm a nice girl!)
4. His mother used to make him beets (finding out this fact was what lead to the whole "why isn't your mother in your cell phone" question.....nevermind.)
5. He kind of looks at me with ga-ga eyes, which, I have to say, frightens me. Too strong, fella!

HappilY, his asking me out proves to me that all men are not absolutely horrified by all the lovely veggies I take home with me (so happily!). Seriously, this is a big issue for me, and for most of the men of my acquiantance.

Aside from all this theoretical nonesence, there is a guy who I am pretty sure should ask me out, but I don't think that he knows it yet. I think he misses my subtle eye flirtations and the blood that sometimes rushes to my face quite uninvitedly.