On the Fringe
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Oh, it's that BLT guy again!
I recognized the fair headed stranger that walked into the coffee shop, his heavy backpack weighing down his strong shoulders. Last week he'd ordered that sandwich from us, and I remembered being aggravated that we had to fire up the grill for him. However, he was cute, so I didn't mind too much.
"Yes, I'd like a small mocha and a BLT," he ordered again.
As I rattled off the price and he pulled out his wallet, he smiled up at me.
"Oh, and you made it really good last time."
So he remembers me...
He seated himself at a table that was near the espresso machine, which placed him constantly within my eyesight. As the day progressed, I caught him glancing over at me, smiling.
What do I do with my eyes? Do I look over at him too? Do I ignore him? Is it normal to glance up or is it more awkward if I just keep my eyes focused down?? What do normal people do!?
Yeah, I'm a bit of an awkward person.
Anyway, he chatted me up and we did the usual small talk conversation. Turns out he goes to the same college as I do and he's a Math major.
As soon as he said his name, it clicked.
Oh my goodness, that's him!
I had met this guy so briefly last semester, but I'd always wondered if I'd run into him again.
Towards the end of December, right when school was about to get out, I was out in a hallway hanging up photos for Senate. My friend and I were arguing over how to arrange them so there'd be enough room on the bulletin board we were working on. I made a suggestion, and right at that moment, someone chimed in, "I agree, that's a good idea."
We turned around as a tall guy with sleek headphones walked by. It was very random. He continued on to take a seat at a table off in the corner. So while we eventually finished our board, he remained in the corner, working on his laptop. As I packed up and prepared to leave for another errand, I decided to pass by his table. He saw me approaching and slipped off his headphones to strike up a conversation.
While I wanted to keep talking with him, I had to cut it short since I really did have to leave.
"Well, I'll see you around," he called after me.
I never did see him, although whenever I was in that part of the building, I couldn't help peering over at the corner table, wondering if I'd run into him again.
Well here he was, sitting at the coffee shop I'd only recently been hired at, chatting me up once again.
It seemed like fate.
Once we made that connection, his glances in my direction increased, and I had a feeling in my gut he would approach me before he left. Sure enough, he came up to the counter about an hour before we closed.
"So I have two questions for you: First, I noticed you're gathering up all the trashes and was wondering if you wanted some help with that. I've got a good raincoat and it's rather nasty out. I wouldn't mind taking them out for you."
I enthusiastically agreed, because at this point, it was raining cats and dogs outside.
"Secondly, how would you like to grab a bite to eat after you're done here?"
Whoa, wait, what? He was asking me out already? I was expecting him to ask for my number! To be honest, I've never been asked out so quickly before. Perhaps it was his age that made him more confident...I found out later he was 24.
"Oh, um...well, I don't have anything going on today, so...sure."
I was riding high on a giddy ego boost for the rest of the day. It's felt like so long since I'd been out on a date! As our set time arrived closer, I felt nervous.
But you know what? There was no reason for that.
Want to know why?
There were absolutely no sparks.
Haha, sorry if I built up your hopes! Mine had been as well, but as we talked over our food, I realized I wasn't interested in this guy. He's a good conversationalist and obviously intelligent, making references to authors, movies, and people I've never heard of before. Yet as the night progressed, I found myself lacking in the bubbly feelings of a newborn crush. The butterflies simply weren't there.
Then he suggested we split the bill, which definitely made me feel less interested. Haha, I certainly don't mind doing that when I go out, and was planning on offering to do so anyway. However, the fact that he didn't offer to pay for it himself says something. I know I'm being old fashioned about this, but I do like a gentleman.
When he walked me out to my car, I'm grateful he was able to read my body language. Instead of initiating anything, we ended the night on an awkward handshake.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of how I got a date while at work!
Sometimes a girl doesn't need the promise of a second date or budding romance of a new crush. Instead, she just needs that one date as a reminder that she's still got it! ;)