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Hi there champs! You are looking boisterous this evening! Nice tie there, Brian. Good to see you. Thank you! You're welcome! Try the salmon!
I'm not going to over-dramatise anything too much but I've fallen in love with Adrian at my local supermarket - he packs my bags just right - and I'm in a bit of a pickle. Some back story: I'm happily married (she doesn't work in a supermarket, boo), nice house, good job, great kids (none of whom work in a supermarket or pack my bags, suspicious!) yada yada yada. Great energy, thank you!
I suppose it started in summer 2016. I went to my normal supermarket, bought my normal things, and approached the checkout like normal.
"Hi," he says. "Good choices!" he adds, checking out my wares. I blush.
"Should I pack for you?" he asks and, dear diary I am NOT going to lie, my heart did a flutter right there.
"I would enjoy that, thank you" I croak weakly, holding on to the checkout for support. "Yes please!" I squeak awkwardly, like the bile after the initial vomit.
He begins handling my goods. I watch. He watches me watching him. Our eyes lock, disengage, re-focus. He calls his supervisor, breaking the erotic tension.
"Yes?" she says to Adrian.
"Does this man look too old to buy beer?" he says archly. "Isn't he so young looking?" he adds, winking.
"I'm barely 40!" I exclaim and they both look at me in wonder.
"And some more?" he asks politely. I am till holding on to the till so I do not collapse as I have not flirted like this since that Tuesday evening at the Noodle Club in 1993.
"More?" I ask, inwardly shuddering.
"They look at me, waiting.
"Forty and 5 more," I say. I hug the till tighter.
There is a pause, silence, like a Charlie Chaplin movie. I close my eyes. Expectant.
"NO!" they gush. I open my eyes.
"Well, yes," I say. "Hi, I'm 45 years old and you pack my bags in a really good way - angles, volume, it's exquisite - and would you like to go for a drink with me?" I blurt at Adrian and he is gobsmacked but nods gently. I note his supervisor stepping away, peripheral vision, and he again says "Yes."
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I'll keep you updated gang! New encounters, new beginnings!
I'm not going to over-dramatise anything too much but I've fallen in love with Adrian at my local supermarket - he packs my bags just right - and I'm in a bit of a pickle. Some back story: I'm happily married (she doesn't work in a supermarket, boo), nice house, good job, great kids (none of whom work in a supermarket or pack my bags, suspicious!) yada yada yada. Great energy, thank you!
I suppose it started in summer 2016. I went to my normal supermarket, bought my normal things, and approached the checkout like normal.
"Hi," he says. "Good choices!" he adds, checking out my wares. I blush.
"Should I pack for you?" he asks and, dear diary I am NOT going to lie, my heart did a flutter right there.
"I would enjoy that, thank you" I croak weakly, holding on to the checkout for support. "Yes please!" I squeak awkwardly, like the bile after the initial vomit.
He begins handling my goods. I watch. He watches me watching him. Our eyes lock, disengage, re-focus. He calls his supervisor, breaking the erotic tension.
"Yes?" she says to Adrian.
"Does this man look too old to buy beer?" he says archly. "Isn't he so young looking?" he adds, winking.
"I'm barely 40!" I exclaim and they both look at me in wonder.
"And some more?" he asks politely. I am till holding on to the till so I do not collapse as I have not flirted like this since that Tuesday evening at the Noodle Club in 1993.
"More?" I ask, inwardly shuddering.
"They look at me, waiting.
"Forty and 5 more," I say. I hug the till tighter.
There is a pause, silence, like a Charlie Chaplin movie. I close my eyes. Expectant.
"NO!" they gush. I open my eyes.
"Well, yes," I say. "Hi, I'm 45 years old and you pack my bags in a really good way - angles, volume, it's exquisite - and would you like to go for a drink with me?" I blurt at Adrian and he is gobsmacked but nods gently. I note his supervisor stepping away, peripheral vision, and he again says "Yes."
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I'll keep you updated gang! New encounters, new beginnings!
