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Finding love in the frozen food section

Lincoln Adams | December 16, 2009 @ 7:02 pm

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.”

She smiled again. “You’re sweet. 3 o’ clock it is then. Oh, and it’s Lincoln, right?”

“Right.”

“Lincoln?”

“Yes?”

“LINCOLN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The booming voice startled me, and suddenly I was at my desk at work again. It was my coworker.

“What..?” I asked, still in a daze.

“The phone’s ringing, get it please.”

Sigh. I picked up the phone. “Linc speaking.”



Lending A Hand

Lincoln Adams | October 28, 2008 @ 8:13 pm

I was at my desk working checking my emails when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped 3 feet up in the air.

“Ooo, I’m sorry Linkie!”  It was Karen, looking very pretty, and very married as usual.

“Oh hey, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could run these names for me?”

“Sure!” I sprang up and took her list, then sat down to use our state of the art 30 year old terminal.  I felt her hand on my shoulder again as I started running through the names.

Ah man…  :toohot:

I tried to concentrate but kept getting the names jumbled up.  Was that Billy or Willy?  Ah who cares, I’ll just make some names up to keep the searches going longer. :D

We chatted up a little about life, news and politics until I was finished, then gave her the printouts.

“Thanks sweetie!”  She smiled, then turned and left.

I glanced over at one of my coworkers.  “I hate her.”

“Huh?”

“Why she gotta be like that man?”

“Like what?”

“You know, all nice and everything.”



Why so serious?

Lincoln Adams | August 8, 2008 @ 12:40 am

Let’s put a smile on that face! :naughty:



I just wanna feel validated

Lincoln Adams | July 8, 2007 @ 5:16 pm

I recently noticed Windows Live Writer evidently doesn’t give two flying leaps about XHTML validation, judging by the code it’s been outputting every time I write a post. (Ironically enough I’m writing this post using Live Writer as well.)

Really, is it too much to ask that the break tag be outputted as “
” instead of “
“? I mean seriously, is that just too @#$% much to ask???

All the blog experts tell me how important it is to validate your posts. Validation will make it easier for search engines to crawl my site. Validation will lighten server load and make my blog run faster. Validation will make all the ubergeeks running Konquerer on their Linux boxes smile. Validation will clear the skies and bring out the sunshine. Validation will cure cancer and find me the girl of my dreams.

Screw this.



Killing me softly

Lincoln Adams | November 24, 2006 @ 8:36 pm

My life has lately consisted of getting up in the morning, only to see yet another day go by without me experiencing the slightest bit of womanly affection. Eventually it’s gotten to the point where I’ve become so love starved, that even the slightest platonic gesture addressed in my general direction puts me in a state of temporary euphoria. A friendly smile by a pretty girl might be all it would take to turn me into another sad case of pitiful puppy love. I gobble up these random acts of friendliness and kindness like a starving man wolfing down just enough crumbs of bread to stave off death for one more day.

A sweet girl might put her hand on my shoulder just to say hello, next thing you know I’m camping out on her lawn:

As I think about this, I wonder how my tendency to overly react to these random moments of feminine affection would affect my future relationship(s). Would it freak her out, or will she be flattered by it? I mean I just wouldn’t be able to get enough smoochie smoochies, hugs and snuggling together to ever put me at ease. I have a lifetime of romance and love to make up for, and I suspect it would break like a dam the minute the first girl who actually bothers to pay any attention to me comes along.

Sad that I would find my love life (or lack thereof) reduced to such a pathetic state. I only wonder if I’ll ever be able to crawl out of this lonely abyss. :sad:



Doing My Part to Support the IDF

Lincoln Adams | November 24, 2006 @ 9:38 am

IDF BabeCame across this thread containing a few pictures of women serving in the IDF. For some inexplicable reason though I suddenly find myself having a newfound appreciation for the Israeli Defense Forces, but I’m not sure why. Couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that these are some of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen gracing a military uniform, could it? Nah.

Reaching out to me

Oh my, it looks like one of them is reaching out to me. Now how can I, being the gentleman that I am, turn her down? It’s clear she is obviously asking for moral, intimate and manly support, the kind that only a fine, studly American man like me can provide. :smile: Don’t worry my sweet Israeli angelic flower from heaven, help is on the way!



Men Smarter than Women, Scientist Claims

Lincoln Adams | September 9, 2006 @ 9:21 pm

Yep, we’re smarter, deal with it. :shades:

Update: Uhhhh, then again, maybe not:

Recently, a blogger named Simon Owens ran a social experiment on Craigslist. He wandered into the “Casual Encounters” section of the personal ads where countless men and women were soliciting for no-strings-attached {chicken dances} and wondered, Is it really that easy? As a test, he composed several ads with different permutations of assumed identity and orientation…. He then posted it to New York, Chicago, and Houston, and tallied the results.

Overwhelmingly and instantly, the ads from the fake women looking for male partners were inundated with responses, sometimes several per minute. All the other ads received lukewarm responses, at best. These results weren’t surprising, but some of the observations were… Many of these men used their real names and included personally identifiable information, including work email addresses and home phone numbers. Several admitted they were married and cheating on their spouses. Many included photos, {often in their birthday suits.}

As the Orbit White gal would say: Brilliant!

I didn’t link to the original post because the links that followed were quite graphic and disgusting. And here I thought my posting a profile on eHarmony was pathetic. Nyet, nyet. :smile: