Do guys not take compliments well?
I did my own share of checking people out tonight, okay, well not, really.
Scott, a guy in the men's department at Neiman Marcus, checked me out as I strutted through the store to get to Stuart Weitzman. And who wouldn't? I looked damned cute today with my pink blazer. As I rode the escalator, I saw him motion to another co-worker to look at me.
And then tonight, on the way back to work from Old Navy, I saw the cutest guy eating in the food court. He was the perfect rugged type that my sister would adore. As I walked by him, we caught eyes. I contined to walk past him for about another ten feet, did a complete 180 and said, "What the hell?" I walked up to him and said, "I know this is completely random but I think you are really cute." He didn't respond. I didn't even stick around to let him. I just left, giggling like a complete girl. He didn't come after me.
Then as I was leaving work tonight, quite intent on getting a salad at The Cheesecake Factory and heading home to pack, I saw him again. I was fishing for my keys in my bag and looked up to see him. So cute in just a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He didn't even see me. I followed him, but my efforts were a complete failure. He was too fast and I was carrying a heavy bag. Damned my unsatisfying shopping habit.
Scott, a guy in the men's department at Neiman Marcus, checked me out as I strutted through the store to get to Stuart Weitzman. And who wouldn't? I looked damned cute today with my pink blazer. As I rode the escalator, I saw him motion to another co-worker to look at me.
And then tonight, on the way back to work from Old Navy, I saw the cutest guy eating in the food court. He was the perfect rugged type that my sister would adore. As I walked by him, we caught eyes. I contined to walk past him for about another ten feet, did a complete 180 and said, "What the hell?" I walked up to him and said, "I know this is completely random but I think you are really cute." He didn't respond. I didn't even stick around to let him. I just left, giggling like a complete girl. He didn't come after me.
Then as I was leaving work tonight, quite intent on getting a salad at The Cheesecake Factory and heading home to pack, I saw him again. I was fishing for my keys in my bag and looked up to see him. So cute in just a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He didn't even see me. I followed him, but my efforts were a complete failure. He was too fast and I was carrying a heavy bag. Damned my unsatisfying shopping habit.