I had a moment at Target. You know I live there, right? I shouldn’t admit these things out loud. I’d get a job there and let them pay me if I would remotely consider working retail again.
Anyway. I’m in Target for a quick errand. You know. The one where you go in for a thermometer and feminine products and come out spending $150? You too? I knew it!!
So walking down the aisle and there is a delivery guy. Not a Target guy. No, I know all those guys by now. One of the grocery section delivery guys. He had a cart he was dragging with blue crates behind him. He was kinda tall (taller than me). Slim, maybe angular. He had a little stubble. Cute. Younger-ish. He had a blue shirt. Yes. I was staring long enough to read the shirt – “Dear Naps – I’m sorry I was a jerk to you as a kid”.
That was the moment I fell in love. I blame hormones, really. And the adorable man wearing the adorable shirt being all appreciative of naps. For reals yo! When I’m all done OBVIOUSLY staring at this guy while trying to talk to my toddler and drive a cart (I really am surprised I didn’t steer into an end cap or someone), I scan up from his shirt and into his eyes and he smiles. Smiles at me. The dorky mom with no makeup on at Target at 10am with her toddler. Well threenager. So I smile back. Wondering….. If only I didn’t have a child. What then? What If?
I should have looked back, I should have created the opportunity to talk. Hell! I should have run him over with my cart! That’s what would have happened if it was the intro to a romance novel. The heroine would have been terribly distracted and ran into him with the cart. Those ladies… so clumsy.
I need to cut back on the romance novels. Seriously. Or start writing them….