Ahhh....grocery boy

He has a name. He is so hot. And everytime I see him I look like absolute shit. This time it was no makeup, wet hair, and yoga pants. I mean who the hell expects to see, let alone talk, to a really hot guy while picking up canned tomatoes for turkey chili? He actually asked me if I had a Valentine. Sort of let it slip right in there. I mean I think that was a sly way of finding out if I was single. Clever. Clever is good. I just stammered and turned beet red. I managed out a bizarre um, no just sort of hung out with my friends and did shopping and dinner. Yep...practically sounded like a retard without a clue, I'm positive of it, not to mention LAME.

Why do I keep doing this to myself?! I think someone needs to take me back to single girls 101. I've been out of circulation for awhile and man it shows.