Guts

I was doing my grocery shopping today when I almost literally ran over a very tall, very sexy guy in the grocery store. We both tried to dodge the other, failed, dodged again... you know the drill. Finally he stepped back and I passed him and we sort of smiled and giggled at one another as I rolled on by.

Fast forward a few minutes. I'm standing in the check out lane. The guy rolls in behind me. He starts unloading his cart - 6 boxes of pasta, 3 loaves of bread, 12 cans of frozen juice. He catches me eyeing his purchases and asks why I'm smiling. I ask about the multiple purchases. We exchange a few words about our relative purchases. I pay and exit.

As I'm walking to my car, I decide that if I see him in the parking lot, I'll run over and give him my number. Why the hell not, right? Well, it started to pour and I finally see him, but I'm already in my car and driving away and I'd have to chase him down to give him my number. So I drive away.

But the moral of the story is that I ALMOST had the guts to go up to a total stranger in the grocery store and offer him my number. Which shows a confident side of myself that I have never seen. Turns out this dating lots of boys thing is really working out.