A day of flirting.

Because I flirted a lot and like to review these things. For my own amusement.

So this guy came into the store. He comes in pretty regularly. Usually teases me about one thing or another. Mostly I find him very funny but not attractive. He was the first person at work I told that I'd gotten my tongue pierced. Not that he cared. I was pretty sure he was gay. It's been a really long time since I've seen him for some reason. He's among those people who chew tobacco, though I'd forgotten that. He bought some stuff and then told me that he wanted to buy some chewing tobacco but was trying to stop.

He went on to explain that he was trying to get dates with these two girls but he was well aware that there was nothing less sexually appealing than chewing tobacco. I stared at him for a few moments trying to think of anything so public which would be less appealing. "Well, unless it's like... being into weird porn" he added. "Ah, but no one would KNOW about that," I said, "It's not as obvious." He agreed, saying something about bdsm type things being weird and I shrugged, "You know, that's becoming MUCH more mainstream these days." "True, Victoria's Secret sells some of that stuff, now." I have no idea what he was talking about but I piped in that Spencer's does, too. I imagine he was thinking in his head that I was being very blase about it and considering what exactly that means about me. I mean, I DO have my tongue pierced. I could have given him a look at that point and mentioned it as if to say "see, I'm clearly into that, too" except... well... how the fuck would I know? I have to pay people to hurt me and it's not even that often....

Anyway. So we kept talking and I kept trying to convince him the girls were FAR more important than his chewing tobacco habit. But he insisted so I gave him his container and handed him his receipt "this is to remind you that you thought THIS was more important than the girls." He stared at me for a second and smiled "yes... I'm going to hang it on my door. With a note" and he wrote something like "is this really more important than going out with- " whatever their names were. I laughed at that and told him he should put a sticky on the top of the container with a similar note.

Not that I think it'll work. But maybe it'll be a deterrent. Maybe. I thought it was cute though and said something like "yes, that always works for me. With the guys. I convince myself to do things because guys like it. Or don't. I mean, I'm married... but you know I can still look... and think." He agreed about doing things for the opposite sex. Eventually, he left. But it was the longest, most involved conversation I've had with him. And perhaps that I had all day with anyone.

I want to have that kind of conversation with Nils, dammit.

And if anyone remembers the boy who kept coming in and buying pineapple juice... he came in and bought some more. I couldn't bring myself to come right out and tell him why I continued to laugh at him but I finally told him he should really look up about pineapple juice online. But wouldn't give him anymore help. He shook his head at me,smiling but bewildered and left with his pineapple juice. And I laughed my ass off.

Another customer in the store heard me laughing and insisted I tell him why. I refused. However, as he was leaving I finally told him. At first he, too, was confused but finally figured out exactly what I meant. Apparently guys really DO think about these things all the time. "You should have asked him if his girlfriend makes him buy it." Damn everyone else for being more clever than I am.

I also helped one of the cops and asked him some question to which he responded "yes." After a moment I asked him if he wanted a bag "yes," he responded. So I asked him if he wanted his receipt and he said "no." I frowned pounding my hand on the counter once in disappointment "I thought you were going to say yes! You were saying yes to everything else!" He shrugged and I asked him some other question which he answered with another "no." "Look," I said, "I don't like it when men say no to me!" He laughed and I asked him some other question and he answered "yes, oh yes, PLEASE give it to me." Which made me laugh and maybe blush a little, though it was exactly what I was looking for. And then he said it again. Just because, even as one of his cop-buddies walked up. Which of course meant he got a weird look from his friend.

His cop-buddy friend is hot, too. Hot in a slightly different way. Kinda like... oh... Michael Chiklis from The Sheild (rather than from his earlier heavier, hairier days). Actually the resemblance is vaguely stunning. Although this guy is hotter. And younger. He also has a vague resemblance to my husband. This is another guy I'd love to flirt with. But dude's got a body-builder's body and is way out of my league. And married. But he and I got to talk a little, too, and that was cool. Because mostly I'm intimidated by him so it was nice to get to really have a conversation.

Which brings me to a point. While I'm still shy fairly often, one of the really great things this job is demonstrating for me is that I really CAN have a conversation with even the really, really hot guys. They're not completely unapproachable and even if I can't lure them to bed... I can still be near them now and again....