This is how I fell in love one time
There is this man at Strongbow's who works at the pasta bar. I never really noticed him before because, I mean, come on. He works with pasta, so I usually just inspect the pasta. But I remember the night I noticed him. I remember standing in line behind a small boy. And the small boy took his time looking at all the ingredients and finally selected olives.
"Just olives?" the pasta bar man wanted to know. And the small boy nodded and fidgeted. I remember smiling to the ground, to myself and when I looked up, the pasta bar man was smiling too. And for a second we saw each other smiling, both smiling at this small olive boy. And that is when I noticed that the pasta bar man was youngish. And had a nice, shy smile, and nice dark brown eyes. And I remember suddenly being very aware of myself, of how I looked standing there in a soccer jersey and a skirt, my hair a teensy bit messy.
The small boy leaned very far in to make sure the pasta bar man was making his olives just right. Now who would eat warm olives plain like that beats me but this little boy just loved them I guess. Anyway, the pasta bar man in an exaggeratedly careful manner presented the small boy his olives.
"Bye" said the small boy. This time I laughed quietly and again looked at the ground. And I remember being surprised a second time by the pasta bar man and how he could share my delight without being embarrassed or shy. He just stood there in a dumb white hat and smiled at me. And I appreciated it. And I ordered bowtie pasta with green peppers, mushrooms.
"Any olives for you today, ma'am?" he wanted to know. So I grinned and told him yes please. And I guess that's how it happened. That's how I fell in love with the Strongbow's pasta bar man.
"Just olives?" the pasta bar man wanted to know. And the small boy nodded and fidgeted. I remember smiling to the ground, to myself and when I looked up, the pasta bar man was smiling too. And for a second we saw each other smiling, both smiling at this small olive boy. And that is when I noticed that the pasta bar man was youngish. And had a nice, shy smile, and nice dark brown eyes. And I remember suddenly being very aware of myself, of how I looked standing there in a soccer jersey and a skirt, my hair a teensy bit messy.
The small boy leaned very far in to make sure the pasta bar man was making his olives just right. Now who would eat warm olives plain like that beats me but this little boy just loved them I guess. Anyway, the pasta bar man in an exaggeratedly careful manner presented the small boy his olives.
"Bye" said the small boy. This time I laughed quietly and again looked at the ground. And I remember being surprised a second time by the pasta bar man and how he could share my delight without being embarrassed or shy. He just stood there in a dumb white hat and smiled at me. And I appreciated it. And I ordered bowtie pasta with green peppers, mushrooms.
"Any olives for you today, ma'am?" he wanted to know. So I grinned and told him yes please. And I guess that's how it happened. That's how I fell in love with the Strongbow's pasta bar man.