Yeah, you already know how this will end...

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

- 500 Days of Summer

I've come to the conclusion that I, a twenty-something year old woman, has yet to find her ability to flirt with good looking men. Now, don't get me wrong, if I find myself not attracted to a guy, or find myself not stumbling over my words, then it's totally on! I'm able to keep a convo with whit and charm. I can interact with the guy without getting clammy hands or thinking "this guy is way to good looking to be talking to me..." So here is where the story begins. Not that this is a novel or anything, but I figured its time to stop letting these occurrences go by without notice.

Last weekend I went on a sweet road trip with three of my besties to Arcata, California, to visit some family and to show them the quiet little town I used to live in. The trip was a blast, we consumed ourselves with hiking, shopping, drinking, and of course eating. But this is not the tale that I wish to tell. What I would like to describe to you is a small glimpse of the trip that happened at the end, on the drive home...

We stop at a gas station for the "close to the end" pee break. It is my turn to take the last leg of the drive home, so I feel the need for some caffeine. As I'm waiting in line, I realize there is no cashier. Fabulous. With my ice cold, canned, coffee drink in hand; I look around for someone to help me. As I scan the store for an employee I notice a handsome man in a yellow t-shirt. Of course I turn away before he sees me staring at him. A few minutes go by. Still waiting. But things have gotten better, yellow t-shirt guy is behind me in line. Maybe things are looking up? More "few" minutes go by... still nothing. Then, yellow t-shirt guy starts to feel my pain and we share in the fact that we are standing there looking like idiots waiting for someone to ring us up. Then he says to me, "should this just be a five finger discount for us?" We giggle. I give up...no one is around to help us. I do realize that we could just walk out of here with our cold beverages in hand, and we can have a quick convo of where we are both from and if close enough, exchange numbers. But instead I put the semi cold, iced coffee back on the shelf and walk back to the car. We take another gander at each other as both of us get in our cars to depart back to the road.

So here I have a dilemma. I need to grow some cahonies and get a little more Samantha in my blood. But at least I know the problem and am trying my hardest to work through it. They should give classes for this kind of stuff. Uhg.


Title from: How it ends - Devotchka
http://www.amazon.com/How-It-Ends/dp/B000QP1ZLM