the back-door bell (how appropriate) rang at about six...
but damn it, it was the other produce delivery guy. Hot and goateed and sleazy and eminently doable, but he doesn't look in my eyes the way the cute blond does. He dropped off one box of salad mix and left.
Last night danthered asked me a very good question: "Suppose [the hot cute delivery boy] does come back -- what are you gonna do?"
I thought about it and decided that the next time I open the door and see the object of my affection, I will give him my biggest smile and say, "Hey, goodlookin'!" It's light enough to not be construed as a threat, but if we ARE on the same wavelength, it should be enough of a hairpin drop to encourage him.
I am embarrassed to say that as I walked toward the back door, through my head was playing "Let it please be him, oh dear God! It must be him, it must be him, or I shall die, or I shall die...." *blush*
Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. We ordered cantaloupe; I could say, "nice melons!"
Er... maybe not...
Last night danthered asked me a very good question: "Suppose [the hot cute delivery boy] does come back -- what are you gonna do?"
I thought about it and decided that the next time I open the door and see the object of my affection, I will give him my biggest smile and say, "Hey, goodlookin'!" It's light enough to not be construed as a threat, but if we ARE on the same wavelength, it should be enough of a hairpin drop to encourage him.
I am embarrassed to say that as I walked toward the back door, through my head was playing "Let it please be him, oh dear God! It must be him, it must be him, or I shall die, or I shall die...." *blush*
Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. We ordered cantaloupe; I could say, "nice melons!"
Er... maybe not...