Today I went to the bank again. Mr. Bank Teller Cutie was there. Today he was wearing glasses. And if anything makes a cute guy cuter, it's glasses. Well for me at least. Did I stare? A lil bit. I'm seriously like at the precipice of being a certified creeper. Yes bring on the weird-girl status. So the glasses were a little bit distracting. I mean, I assure you I was grinning like a fool and couldn't help the giggles on the inside. So he took the bank bag after a very giggly greeting from me and of course, the sweet, smiley greeting from his end. And it only takes a few moments to return but in those moments, I can feel myself battling to NOT look like I was looking for him or anxiously awaiting his return. I'm crazy. I know. But I'm also trying to build up the courage to just ask him already to lunch or something. It's just not happening. The frozen tongue. The glazed over eyes. The silly grin that is now petrified on my face, like a smiling, painted portrait starring at you with the same expression yet the eyes are following you eerily wherever you stand. Creeeeeepy!
But he comes back. And when he comes back, he puts his lips to the lil microphone and says: "Ma'am...what is your name?"
I'm surprised by the question and for one tiny second I almost forgot my name. But I recovered and I remembered in a sufficient time. He hears my name and I think I see a smile. Gosh! That smile.
And then he says, "Hi, Sabrina. Nice to meet you...." ah the formalities. And of course, I'm like very pleased to meet you. Now we're on a first name basis...but wait I need to know his name!!
"Oh wait! What's your name?" I blah and blurt out the question and it's clearly clear that it was an after-thought kind of question. Can I be more lame? He points to his nametag and there is his glorious name.
"Oh! Well again, nice to meet you, Mr. Bank Teller Cutie (names have been changed in this story except for those who matter...ME...to protect the identity of such persons), " as I say this, I am wondering if the grin on my face is as sweet as his and as attractive or if I, in reality, look like a smiling monkey. Such nerves, I tell ya. Yeah, flirting is not my line of business.
And then he says, "Well, Sabrina. I'll talk to you next time..." as if he's expecting me to come again or hoping I come again!!! How's about that! Oh yes...I got two lollipops again. BAM!
So no lunch rendezvous yet....or anything that exciting! BUT this is progress, right?? So yeah...if any of you gorgeous peeps have any tips or advice, please leave them so I can read them, ponder on them, and then never follow through with them because I'm better at being a creeper than an expert flirt.
But he comes back. And when he comes back, he puts his lips to the lil microphone and says: "Ma'am...what is your name?"
I'm surprised by the question and for one tiny second I almost forgot my name. But I recovered and I remembered in a sufficient time. He hears my name and I think I see a smile. Gosh! That smile.
And then he says, "Hi, Sabrina. Nice to meet you...." ah the formalities. And of course, I'm like very pleased to meet you. Now we're on a first name basis...but wait I need to know his name!!
"Oh wait! What's your name?" I blah and blurt out the question and it's clearly clear that it was an after-thought kind of question. Can I be more lame? He points to his nametag and there is his glorious name.
"Oh! Well again, nice to meet you, Mr. Bank Teller Cutie (names have been changed in this story except for those who matter...ME...to protect the identity of such persons), " as I say this, I am wondering if the grin on my face is as sweet as his and as attractive or if I, in reality, look like a smiling monkey. Such nerves, I tell ya. Yeah, flirting is not my line of business.
And then he says, "Well, Sabrina. I'll talk to you next time..." as if he's expecting me to come again or hoping I come again!!! How's about that! Oh yes...I got two lollipops again. BAM!
So no lunch rendezvous yet....or anything that exciting! BUT this is progress, right?? So yeah...if any of you gorgeous peeps have any tips or advice, please leave them so I can read them, ponder on them, and then never follow through with them because I'm better at being a creeper than an expert flirt.
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