Bird As Fish

So I was on the East Side the other day with a bunch of friends, we were just chilaxing, eating nachos, brushetta and the like, when one of my friend's friend's friend's comes up to talk to me. He was one of the people in the group who I didn't know that well. He was almost six feet tall with curly blond hair and glasses. Lets just call him Giminadan Gagiginonshiwan, or Dale for short. So Dale and I got to talking [Dale's such a nice name, don't you think, reminds me of the forest], not about anything in particular, but he seemed nervous, which of course put me at ease [of all the wierd, strange things] and we talked for a while, after which he offered me a ride home. Probably not a good idea, considering I had just met him, but he seemed like such a nice person [I know, I know, axe murderers are supposed to be especially "nice" people] and he had just bought a new truck in September, so I agreed. He drove me home and on the way there asked what I was doing on Tuesday. I replied that I was working [indeed, I'm working straight through until next Tuesday]. He said that that was too bad, and that maybe we could do something later on in the week. I couldn't remember my schedule, so he gave me his number, and asked for mine and maybe we could do something on Saturday morning.

Even after we had arrived at my house, we sat in his truck and talked for a while, mostly about his job [which is interesting to say the least - but I shall not divulge it's secrets] and then I went home, just bursting with happiness.

So yesterday, I was sitting at work, cutting up millions of these little coupons when somebody came up to the front desk. I had misplaced my glasses a couple of days before, so I just asked the person if I could help them. He replied "No, not really" and just milled around for a second, smiling. All of the sudden, I realized it was him, it was Dale, and he had come to my work! Oh [insert various exclamations of joy here!] I, involuntarily smiled a huge smile and said "Hi!" perhaps too gregoriously, but still, I was happy to see him. And he came to my work! And he wrote his cell phone number down on a piece of paper for me, in case I felt like calling him [don't laugh at me, I'm pathetic to tell you all these silly little details that I don't want to forget]. We talked for about ten or fifteen minutes until the sales manager shooed him away, but still, all evening, everytime I thought about it, I smiled hugely. Wow it really made my day. After he left, I had 24 walkins (we usually have 10) and at one point, I had three calls on hold, and four people waiting to checkin. I didn't get to leave until midnight.

But you know the worst thing, I was thinking about him [I know it's horrible] and couldn't get to sleep. I was so keyed up, what with the walkins and him that I was practically vibrating. Ahh, what a crazy, happy day.

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