can I dip my quill in another company's ink?
This morning the bell rang for the back door a few minutes after six. It was the produce delivery. I opened the door to this dazzling blond boy I've seen a couple times before: shaggy hair, trim beard, blue eyes, wicked smile, fine behind. I've checked him out every time I've seen him and wondered why he looks so directly into my eyes and smiles....
After I checked in the order, he stood and gave me that direct and dazzling look and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I was speechless. My mind was screaming, "Yes! Marry me! Have dinner with me! Meet me for a drink! Blow me in the walk-in!" but my lips refused to move. I stood there for an eternity staring into his eyes with my jaw slack, and then I felt my face burning as I turned brick-red.
He said, "all right..." and I sputtered and said, "Make ME blush!"
He didn't seem to mind.
Gosh, I hope he, ah, delivers again tomorrow!
After I checked in the order, he stood and gave me that direct and dazzling look and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I was speechless. My mind was screaming, "Yes! Marry me! Have dinner with me! Meet me for a drink! Blow me in the walk-in!" but my lips refused to move. I stood there for an eternity staring into his eyes with my jaw slack, and then I felt my face burning as I turned brick-red.
He said, "all right..." and I sputtered and said, "Make ME blush!"
He didn't seem to mind.
Gosh, I hope he, ah, delivers again tomorrow!