A Day at The Market

I did a short groceries run at the supermarket today for some cold cuts and bagels, then skipped over to the drinks section.

Let’s see, Pepsi Max… Pepsi Max… Pepsi Max… ah here we go…

I grabbed a couple of bottles and just happened to look to my left when I saw a pretty girl looking right at me, and smiling. She had long flowing, dark auburn hair and a cute Irish look about her, her cart holding a baby carriage that was obviously not empty judging from the cooing sounds I heard.

So naturally I did what I always do when I see a very pretty looking girl smiling ever so sweetly in my general direction: I looked behind me. There was no one around.

“Wow, she really was smiling at me…” I turned back again, but she was already gone.

Sigh.

Let’s see, Mountain Dew… Mountain Dew… Mountain Dew… ah here we go…

Tags: bagels, cold cuts, cute, drinks, groceries, irish, mountain dew, pepsi, pepsi max, pretty, pretty girl, supermarket
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10 Responses to “A Day at The Market”

Ms. Single Mama wrote a comment on March 13, 2009 @ 11:43:am
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Was she a single mom? Very cool… we are so cute, aren’t we?

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on March 13, 2009 @ 01:34:pm
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Yes you all are… from a distance. :angelgrin:

lnthomp wrote a comment on March 18, 2009 @ 04:20:pm
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Your “meeting women” technique sounds a lot like mine. Luckily, the woman of my dreams refused to let me get away, and we’ve now been married almost 11 years. We married when I was 36 and she was 26. First marriage for both of us.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on March 18, 2009 @ 06:15:pm
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That’s awesome dude, especially that she was willing to hook up with an old geezer like you too. I keed, I keed!

I’m actually hoping for the same actually.

Bobbi wrote a comment on March 18, 2009 @ 07:56:pm
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I do the same thing when handsome look at me and smile. Usually ends up with the same scenario as you too.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on March 20, 2009 @ 11:32:pm
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@Bobbi: Glad I’m not the only one, though to be fair it’s the guy’s responsibility to approach you if you likes you, unless he’s a weenie dweeb of course. You know, like me.

thales wrote a comment on March 21, 2009 @ 05:39:pm
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Yeah, I’ve done that too. It’s called dropping the ball. Next time try smiling back first. Try going out on a limb and assume that she is, no kidding, smiling at you. Don’t worry; if the limb breaks, the fall won’t kill you.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on March 23, 2009 @ 03:00:am
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I might have done it but the kid threw me. Don’t think it was her niece or nephew either. :wideeyed:

Ima Bamyou wrote a comment on May 16, 2009 @ 04:54:am
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It was my niece but it’s just like you to immediately assume I was some whorish unwed mother who was looking for a new daddy for my baby. I almost approached you but I saw your face turn white and your eyes widen at the sight of the baby. Isnt true love worth putting up with a rugrat? Oh ye of little faith……