sped
This very very hot guy came into Hollywood Gelato today. He's been in there once before when I was working. I thought he smiled at me, but I wasnt sure, so I didnt think much of it.
However, today he was all smiles and making conversation even though I wasnt the person serving him, and being my sped self, I totally screwed things up.
"So has anyone ever stolen the recipes to the gelato here?"
"nope, or else there'd be another gelato place"
(mentally kicks myself)
*hes still smiling, so i smile back*
"So, how would you go about sneaking in to get the recipes"
*Now would be a good time for a witty remark, instead I say*
"Theres a back door"
Then this girl Karen starts going on about how the dead bolt everything. The guy smiles at me again, says, "We'll discuss this later" and goes off with his friends.
The bottom line: I'm shitty at flirting at work. I'm out of my element, I look like crap, and I'm covered in ice cream. Oh yeah, and I really hope he comes back.
However, today he was all smiles and making conversation even though I wasnt the person serving him, and being my sped self, I totally screwed things up.
"So has anyone ever stolen the recipes to the gelato here?"
"nope, or else there'd be another gelato place"
(mentally kicks myself)
*hes still smiling, so i smile back*
"So, how would you go about sneaking in to get the recipes"
*Now would be a good time for a witty remark, instead I say*
"Theres a back door"
Then this girl Karen starts going on about how the dead bolt everything. The guy smiles at me again, says, "We'll discuss this later" and goes off with his friends.
The bottom line: I'm shitty at flirting at work. I'm out of my element, I look like crap, and I'm covered in ice cream. Oh yeah, and I really hope he comes back.