Twitterpated

I've had a lot of somber topics lately, and two posts today, so I thought I'd give you a post on the inner workings of Adoro's brain.

It's been an interesting week; busy at work, busy at home, irregular hours, and a medical condition that is freaking me out a little.

But the REAL event this week was one that caused me to send an email to a couple of friends, one I'm certain I'll never live down.

The topic?

HOLY CUTE GUY AT THE GROCERY STORE, BATMAN!

Yup. Adoro is a woman and she likes men. Stop pretending to be shocked.

Here's how it happened: I went to pick up some French bread to go with a recipe. After grabbing the bread I considered a couple other things from the deli, but passed them by. As I made my way to checkout, I became aware that some guy was doing the same thing and was right on my heels. I hurried more quickly, thinking maybe I'd "cut him off" and if I took a quick turn through organic foods, maybe I'd get out of his way. Nope. He continued, hot on my heels.

I searched the lines, all were long, so satisfied myself by heading to one of the express lanes. So did my male shadow stranger.

He seemed to be REALLY CLOSE to me. And while I'll admit I'm an affectionate person, I have my boundaries (arbitrary, admittedly) and I don't like ANYONE, especially a stranger, to stand too closely to me. An arm's length or more is nice...this guy was within my zone.

So I just didn't look at him, realizing that if I did I'd be shooting arrows in his general direction, so I just put my bread on the belt and waited behind the guy ahead of me with 17 items. All was well.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw that my shadow-guy had a bag that might be ice...I didn't look too closely. And from somewhere out of left field, I had the idea that maybe it would be nice, especially considering I was annoyed, if I told the checker I'd pay for his item as well. Ice was cheap, I had only bread, I could afford to pay for 1 extra item, couldn't I?

But I dismissed this, even though it nagged at me. I had this odd desire to do something NICE for someone I'd never met. And even though I was annoyed and hadn't yet seen the person who was annoying me, I didn't have a sense of "danger". Just general, "I wanna get out of here and go home" that I always have when I'm running errands that suck.

Well, the checker finally got ahold of my bread, and as I moved forward, she also grabbed the item belonging to the guy behind me...which I realized wasn't ice, but was a bag of frozen chicken breasts. Just before she ran it, she asked if it was mine. Both he and I, at the same time, said that was his.

That was my first glance at him.

I nearly hit the floor at that point. At just a glance.

And just as I was thinking of the irony of my thoughts while in line, having to do with "the Good Samaritan", he stated, "And you'd think that there would be Good Samaritans in the world today..."

I think that's where I stopped breathing.

Seriously, suddenly I had to focus on every word I said.

That's right...Adoro was speechless.

But I forced myself, and said to him, trying not to drool, "Just so you know...if I pay for that (nodding at the frozen chicken) it will be coming home with me..."

The checker, apparently trying to be helpful, said to the guy, "Well, maybe you should follow HER!"

That's where think my heart may have stopped for a moment.

I couldn't even speak. Time stopped.

He saved me. He said, "Well, I was going make alfredo."

That's when my tongue came back, and instead of making a gutteral nonsensical sound, I uttered, "Oooh! Yummy!"

And he flashed me his smile, which I'd already seen, but that time it was in my direction. By that point I was considering how much I love Jesus and that I really needed to go before I volunteered the fact that I was making pasta, too.

Or, that, God forbid, the checker suggest we have dinner together.

I might well have accepted. And so I thanked the checker as she handed me my receipt, and as I walked away to bag my bread, the cute guy wished me a great night. I glanced back long enough to be polite and wish him one back...but not long enough to make eye contact and stop in time, drooling.

Drooling is SO unattractive. And so weird. But my gosh...I wonder if maybe it would have been WORTH it?

You must understand...this man was BEAUTIFUL. And I haven't reacted like THAT to a guy...maybe EVER.

So I'm a bit taken by surprise by my twitterpation. That's right. I had a moment of being twitterpated.

Yup. Me, Adoro, the woman who is used to working with guys and doesn't tend to be too impressed by them. Has worked with cops, and firefighters, ex-Special Forces, etc.

And there I was, confronted by a moment of attraction, and was rendered nearly speechless.

Oh, my. But he was beautiful. I'm sure he was a jerk. (My consolation).

I just have this sense that I missed an opportunity as I scurried out of the store that day, thinking, "I gotta go now....oh my...I should go...."


Stop laughing....!