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there is this guy who comes into green apple at least three times a month to buy a present for someone. he always buys the brief and wonderous life of oscar wao, fucking ALWAYS man. he gets that book and he gets it wrapped, and i'm the one who wraps it. this guy, like, maybe one of the first times he came in, asked me out. at the time i thought he was cute and all, he had a beard and dark eyes, his hand shook while he was handing me his credit card (he asked me out mid-transaction, smooth, right? in between, "debit or credit?" and "do you need a bag?") and that of course charmed the shit out of me so i was all, "oh.. sure!" and gave him my number and vague schedule details and then texted maddie. he called me the next day and as soon as i saw his name on my callID i was like, "oh no," so i guess nevermind. i texted him periodically with pretty noncommital statements until i finally made up some sob story about not being in the right place or whatever for hanging out and watching a band or getting a drink. whatever he wanted to do at the time, i don't even remember. i ran into him once outside the store, on the corner of 6th and geary. i was late for work and i saw him as i approached the corner and i debated whether or not to cross the street in the opposite direction. i didn't, figuring he would a)not make it to the light in time to awkwardly chat, b)not want to awkwardly chat, or c)not recognize me. well he made it and he recognized me and he stopped to awakwardly chat. i don't know what he said to me but whatever it was i responded with, "oh, i'm late!" and walked off. now i see him in the store and ring him up and wrap his book and i feel like an asshole all the time.