Finding love in the frozen food section

So I’m at the supermarket, slowly pushing my cart around and filling it up with my usual single man’s diet of Ramen Noodles and diet sodas. A twinge of sadness creeps over me as I pass through each aisle on my way to the checkout.

And then I noticed her.

She was a petite brunette, her long, thick hair tied back and bouncing gently off her shoulders. She had the prettiest doe shaped eyes I had ever seen, eyes that were currently scanning for items in the frozen food section. As she moved, she moved with a feminine grace, occasionally pushing back a lock of escaped hair with her fingers, as her pouty lips formed in a frown of someone who hadn’t found what she was looking for yet.

I had to tear my eyes away from gawking, but I could not stop looking at her. She was a complete stranger, and yet I wanted desperately, DESPERATELY to talk to her. Do I throw caution in the wind, and finally take the chance, or do I do what I have always done, which was steal occasional looks where I could without getting noticed, until I finally give up and with a heavy sigh check out my groceries, leave the store and go cry in my car for a few hours?

Frick it.

I walked up to her as slowly and casually as I could, completely terrified with my stomach in a vice-like knot. Suddenly, I was right next to her, pretending to scan for frozen foods but unable to see anything except her.

She noticed me and glanced my way, then went back to looking. Was that a smile?

I opened my mouth and started to speak, hoping to at least get the words out before stammering or stuttering.

“Um, hi.” I smiled.

She looked over at me again, her manner polite, but guarded. “Hi.”

“Listen, I’m sorry to bother you, but I just happened to notice you before and I was so floored by how beautiful you are that I just had to come to talk to you. I know I’m a stranger and all, but I would have regretted it deeply if I didn’t at least take the chance to say hello.”

“Oh…” She didn’t say anything for a moment as she processed what I had just said. Ah man, she thinks I’m a creep now. I knew it.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I’ll leave you alone now.”

“No, it’s ok, I’m just… a little flattered.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Well listen, I’m just happy you didn’t scream or anything! Oh, I’m Lincoln.”

“I’m Sharon.” We shook hands.

“Ok, um, I think I broke the ice here, so… what do I do now?”

She smiled again. “Well, you could invite me out for coffee?”

“Oh! That sounds good, I love coffee, I drink it every day and stuff! Coffee’s great! I love coffee!”

She started giggling. “Ok, coffee it is.”

I thought quickly. “Ok, there’s a Starbucks just down the street, it’s as good a place as any. We could meet up there later if you’d like.”

“Sure, I just need to drop off my groceries at my place, and I can meet you there, say 3 o’ clock?”

“Awesome, honestly you really made my day.”