I was in a local Borders this past Thursday, feelin' cute and lookin' for good children's books and whatever else I could find. Made some excellent discoveries (like the interactive _Egyptology_ book and the Jane Monheit CD on sale for $15.99). Made my way to the checkout counter.
Alex was the clerk. And no, he wasn't FINE, but he was cute...in a tall, dark-headed, regular guy sort of way. He looked like a nice guy who was happy with his life. Something burned in my chest. (Whopper burger scarfed down in the car, maybe? Or was it my "future husband detector" going off?) I wanted to ask him what he liked about working at Borders...how old he was, does he want children, did he love Jesus. I kept stealing looks at him. He'd grin. I'd grin. Only slightly. Well, then a little more. But always a little controlled. I chuckled/giggled a bit and said hi. He chuckled a bit and said hi. The transaction went quietly and smoothly. I had a reckless thought---"Maybe I should write my phone number on the receipt." But my shy self who likes to play by The Rules checked that thought---"Nope. The guy should make the first move." So I just left him with another nice smile and a bit of a strut out the door.
I'm sure I'll return to this Borders. It's a good location and usually easy to get in and out of, both store and parking lot. I'll let you know if I see Alex again. :o)