Today was a bad day… but it was also a great day! I was out somewhere, watching people eat, and at a table nearby there was a couple. She was cute, with short blond hair and nifty tattoos on her neck and upper arms,and at least 5’10” tall; he was adorable, with brown hair and beard, and couldn’t have been taller than 5’6″. I nearly lost it, watching them. I found myself thinking about the way she would talk to him when they were alone, calling him “my little man”, and putting his things on the high shelves so he would have to ask her to fetch them. That’s what I would do if I had a little guy of my own. Well, at 2 inches in height, everything would be out of reach for him, except my toes.
I felt myself turn a deep shade of crimson while watching them go. Boy, what fun.
And the other thing. I’ve been going to Family Video quite often, even when I have no reason to, and my plaid-wearing guy was never there. I figured he changed his schedule, or stopped working there, but tonight he was there! And I felt so happy to see him, I started following him around the store, trying to figure out something to say to him, anything! I couldn’t, so I reluctantly got in line to rent my disc, when he opened up his register and told me he could help me. Yay!
His face was clean-shaven, and (of course) he was wearing a plaid shirt, but his pants were not loose fitting, and I could see he has FANTASTIC legs. You could have knocked me over with a feather. My mom was standing right next to me, but did I care? I happily stared at his backside with what must have been a foolish grin on my face. God, he’s so cute. So, so cute. I want to shrink him so badly. Well, at least I get to think the hell out of him tonight. I’ll imagine we are alone in the store, and I ask him to reach up and get me a DVD from the highest shelf, and he will try, shocked to see that he can’t reach it, when he always could before. I’ll tell him, “What’s wrong, big fella? Oh my, whatever is going on with you?” And he’ll get smaller, and smaller, so tiny I’ll be able to pick him up between finger and thumb, and you bet he won’t be wearing plaid anymore.
*Sigh.* Happy times.