A Quick Update
Two things. First, this will be my 1908th post, which means that I'll probably break two thousand in a week or less. Stay tuned for that.
Second... Okay, so just about every day after I work out, I get something from the little cafe at the rec center; either a smoothie, a wrap, or a chicken quesadilla. There are three girls who work in there, almost without fail. One of them is absolutely a little hottie. Today I went in after my calisthenics/swim workout and ordered a chicken quesadilla, which I could eat while I was on the road. When I went to pick it up, I found writing on the box. The little hottie had gotten bored, and written a bunch of things on my box.
Now, the most likely cause of this was boredom. However, you can bet your life savings that I'll be thinking about it for a solid week. I'd absolutely love to take her out to dinner (though it'd probably crash and burn like most of my dates), and she's now encouraged my thought process on the subject, probably without even knowing.
And yes, I do need help.
More later. I have to get to work.
UPDATE: Seriously? I know it's not that manly to drink smoothies and eat wraps, but nobody cares that the hottie at the rec center cafe wants to be welcomed aboard the HMS Fly?
UPDATE: Okay, there's been some request to know what she wrote on the box, so here's some direct quotations, and a couple of gists:
Two stars
"Yum yum!"
"Quesadillas!"
"Have a beautiful day!"
"Hi from the [Rec Center] Cafe!"
"(heart) ----, --, & ----"
Now, please, commence with the laudatory remarks.
Second... Okay, so just about every day after I work out, I get something from the little cafe at the rec center; either a smoothie, a wrap, or a chicken quesadilla. There are three girls who work in there, almost without fail. One of them is absolutely a little hottie. Today I went in after my calisthenics/swim workout and ordered a chicken quesadilla, which I could eat while I was on the road. When I went to pick it up, I found writing on the box. The little hottie had gotten bored, and written a bunch of things on my box.
Now, the most likely cause of this was boredom. However, you can bet your life savings that I'll be thinking about it for a solid week. I'd absolutely love to take her out to dinner (though it'd probably crash and burn like most of my dates), and she's now encouraged my thought process on the subject, probably without even knowing.
And yes, I do need help.
More later. I have to get to work.
UPDATE: Seriously? I know it's not that manly to drink smoothies and eat wraps, but nobody cares that the hottie at the rec center cafe wants to be welcomed aboard the HMS Fly?
UPDATE: Okay, there's been some request to know what she wrote on the box, so here's some direct quotations, and a couple of gists:
Now, please, commence with the laudatory remarks.
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