Nov 22, 2006 18:21
I have been shopping a few times this past weekend. Today I was ready to break out my new outfit. It was a proud day. I felt chic and fashionable and loved the feel of jeans that actually fit me.
I met a friend for lunch at Mongolian BBQ. As I waited for him to arrive this eye-candy of a waiter walked by. He was adorable--his shaggy hair made him appear like he was someone I'd like to be friends with. I was admittedly a bit sad when a blonde woman came to the table to ask for my drink order.
I stood in line at the raw-meats buffet towering a bit over my friend as I we talked. He told me about his job and I looked great in my heels.
A firm hand touches my shoulder. Someone wants to talk to me? I turn to find the adorable waiter looking me in the eye. Swoon. He said something incomprehansible to the effect of "Do you heb inginue?" I had no idea what he was asking, but of course I wanted to say yes.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"Do you have new jeans on--are those pants new?" Is this some sort of pic-up line. I'm not opposed. Damn. I DO have new jeans on today. How did he know? Maybe he can tell because I just look so fabulous. "That sticker, you know, the one with the sizes. Its on you back left--no! right leg." I apperciated his attempt to be inconspicuous.
I am. So awkward.