I'm giddy. it's silly, because technically, theres not a thing to be giddy about.
It's more of a FEELING, a rare occasion in which the two of us are equally entralled and SMITTEN with a person.
hmmn, I wonder if now is when I should elaborate on what the hell I'm talking about...
We were having some work done on our (MY) truck at some performance shop, we had to add a tank so that we can make it further when traveling through some of the more remote areas we go.
The place is one of those large, service yards where several business specialise in specific alterations to off road, RV, trailer and truck stuff. The place is huge!
We walk into the commercial office to find a girl behind a computer, on the phone...both of us sorta wander.
Then she hangs up, swirls in her chair and moves aside her monitor and smiling says: "hi! can I help you!"
We both kinda stood there dumbfounded, like eunichs at a strip show.
She was the most amazing creature! lesse if I can describe her in a way that does her justice...
I think she was bi-racial, perhaps Polynesian and African American, she was about 5'5" tall, curvy Long black THICK hair, pulled up away from her face, pouring down her back and large, almond shaped, dark eyes, long lashes. She had cupids bow lips, no lipstick, dark mauve. High check bones.
She wore a black, cardigan that was fitted, top two buttons undone, pencil skirt, bare legs, strappy stilletto sandals and glasses, JUST LIKE MINE, black, square sprokley buddy holly frames. When she got up from her desk to go get our paperwork...scott looked at me wide eyed and found me watching her walk to the door and thats when we both noticed the black cat tattoo on her calf.
I looked over to him with my mouth agape and found him watching me watching her as I said, quite audibly... "wowwwww...she's A-maaaaaazing!" to wit, he grinned and said "uh huh!" I laughed...I was so taken with her I could not react otherwise. We spoke about her for a minute, mostly dumbly uttering such linguistic gems as: "she's so hot, did you see that tattoo? wow, da-YUM, she's so cute, she looks naughty,and my favorite: i should put some lipstick on huh?
It was about then that we both noticed that in this vastly empty wasteleand of an office...there was, in fact, some guy sitting in a chair ikn one of the offices we had thought was vacant.
she came back in the office with the paperwork, asked ME if I knew where "he" wanted the switch to this transfer tank to witch I replied, "well, since it's MY truck, I would like it mounted by the electric brake switch" she smiled and said... "I like your truck"
I can't imagine what the owner of the company does all day. she was SO DISTRACTING, I wouldn't be able to get any work done.
When she started to walk back in to tell the techs where we wanted the switch...we both stopped what we were doing to watch her walk away.
she had SUCH a SWAGGER...I mean DAMN! In my head I kept imagining the sound of sha_WING with every step she took.
I told Scott that we needed to ask her some more questions...one at a time so we could watch her walk away again and again while we oogled and objectified her.
I'm SUCH a MAN
When it came time to pay...we sat at her desk. EVEN this move made my heart palpitate. *knees and ankles together she sat on her office chair and gave it a nudge to spin her round to her monitor. I almost got the courage to ask her something...to flirt with her...but I was SO smitten, Scott was so taken with her that we sat there grinning at her and in my mind I kept picturing me and him smiling, grunting and making sounds akin to a beevis and butthead show.
I pondered the encounter the entire 40 minute drive home from Norwalk and kept wondering what I could do to my truck next so that we could go back to the office and I could have my chance. But, theres nothing more I CAN do to my truck, it would go from simply ridiculous to oh my god you need estrogen gracie.
If I could conjure up the perfect girlfriend, at least appearance wise...she would be damn close. I would LOVE to get to know this girl. but come on.
HOW?
I can tell you, based on my recent experience with a customer getting weird, theres NOTHING I could do to get to know this girl without being "THAT CUSTOMER".
The last thing I would hope to accomplish is to creep the poor girl out.
I'm hopelessly, woefully pathetic.
I need chocolate.
Dark, semi-sweet but smooth and satisfying chocolate
It's more of a FEELING, a rare occasion in which the two of us are equally entralled and SMITTEN with a person.
hmmn, I wonder if now is when I should elaborate on what the hell I'm talking about...
We were having some work done on our (MY) truck at some performance shop, we had to add a tank so that we can make it further when traveling through some of the more remote areas we go.
The place is one of those large, service yards where several business specialise in specific alterations to off road, RV, trailer and truck stuff. The place is huge!
We walk into the commercial office to find a girl behind a computer, on the phone...both of us sorta wander.
Then she hangs up, swirls in her chair and moves aside her monitor and smiling says: "hi! can I help you!"
We both kinda stood there dumbfounded, like eunichs at a strip show.
She was the most amazing creature! lesse if I can describe her in a way that does her justice...
I think she was bi-racial, perhaps Polynesian and African American, she was about 5'5" tall, curvy Long black THICK hair, pulled up away from her face, pouring down her back and large, almond shaped, dark eyes, long lashes. She had cupids bow lips, no lipstick, dark mauve. High check bones.
She wore a black, cardigan that was fitted, top two buttons undone, pencil skirt, bare legs, strappy stilletto sandals and glasses, JUST LIKE MINE, black, square sprokley buddy holly frames. When she got up from her desk to go get our paperwork...scott looked at me wide eyed and found me watching her walk to the door and thats when we both noticed the black cat tattoo on her calf.
I looked over to him with my mouth agape and found him watching me watching her as I said, quite audibly... "wowwwww...she's A-maaaaaazing!" to wit, he grinned and said "uh huh!" I laughed...I was so taken with her I could not react otherwise. We spoke about her for a minute, mostly dumbly uttering such linguistic gems as: "she's so hot, did you see that tattoo? wow, da-YUM, she's so cute, she looks naughty,and my favorite: i should put some lipstick on huh?
It was about then that we both noticed that in this vastly empty wasteleand of an office...there was, in fact, some guy sitting in a chair ikn one of the offices we had thought was vacant.
she came back in the office with the paperwork, asked ME if I knew where "he" wanted the switch to this transfer tank to witch I replied, "well, since it's MY truck, I would like it mounted by the electric brake switch" she smiled and said... "I like your truck"
I can't imagine what the owner of the company does all day. she was SO DISTRACTING, I wouldn't be able to get any work done.
When she started to walk back in to tell the techs where we wanted the switch...we both stopped what we were doing to watch her walk away.
she had SUCH a SWAGGER...I mean DAMN! In my head I kept imagining the sound of sha_WING with every step she took.
I told Scott that we needed to ask her some more questions...one at a time so we could watch her walk away again and again while we oogled and objectified her.
I'm SUCH a MAN
When it came time to pay...we sat at her desk. EVEN this move made my heart palpitate. *knees and ankles together she sat on her office chair and gave it a nudge to spin her round to her monitor. I almost got the courage to ask her something...to flirt with her...but I was SO smitten, Scott was so taken with her that we sat there grinning at her and in my mind I kept picturing me and him smiling, grunting and making sounds akin to a beevis and butthead show.
I pondered the encounter the entire 40 minute drive home from Norwalk and kept wondering what I could do to my truck next so that we could go back to the office and I could have my chance. But, theres nothing more I CAN do to my truck, it would go from simply ridiculous to oh my god you need estrogen gracie.
If I could conjure up the perfect girlfriend, at least appearance wise...she would be damn close. I would LOVE to get to know this girl. but come on.
HOW?
I can tell you, based on my recent experience with a customer getting weird, theres NOTHING I could do to get to know this girl without being "THAT CUSTOMER".
The last thing I would hope to accomplish is to creep the poor girl out.
I'm hopelessly, woefully pathetic.
I need chocolate.
Dark, semi-sweet but smooth and satisfying chocolate
mmm... chocolate!
perhaps inviting her to something.... like an SG event er something, that is kinda public, kinda cool... kinda still open for her to not notice you two drooling sillies...