An Open Letter
Dear beautiful guy working at Tesco,
I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m the girl who came to your till yesterday evening, smiled at you and made idle chit-chat. I’m also the girl who came to your till today around the same time, looking particularly flustered. You don’t recall? Well, perhaps if I told you I was the one who dropped £8 worth of coins on the floor, it might jog your memory. Ah yes, it’s all coming back to you.
It’s probably not every day you get random people on the internet addressing open letters to you, but you’ve really left your mark on me and now I can’t stop thinking about you—so much so that I actually waited until I made sure I would end up at your till before going to pay for my shopping. Pathetic? Yes. Creepy? No. Well, maybe a little, but that wasn’t my intention.
Anyway. I hope you don’t hold my social ineptitude against me; I’d just really like to get to know you. Maybe next time I won’t make a fool of myself, and we’ll actually talk about something other than the rain and whether or not I have a club card. Maybe next time I’ll even get your name.
I’m counting down the minutes until our next horrifically awkward enounter.
Yours faithfully,
Rowan
You are lovely. Next time I wish you more luck! Being asked out my girl is really nice by the way. At least as an American I think so. Thanks for the post, I liked it a lot.
Zack said this on 9 April, 2009 at 19:52 |
I find myself in much the same situation, except replace “Tesco” with “Chinese restaurant,” and add the fact that he was sitting across from me the whole time.
em said this on 11 April, 2009 at 18:12 |