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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.
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