Monday, January 15, 2007


Every cheesy single-gal in the city article I have read mentions the grocery store as a place to pick up men. And since I have not really ever been in that demographic (yes I was single, but I wasn't ever trying to pick up a guy) I never paid much attention to it (except I used to have this produce man who gave me free stuff but I don't think that is exactly the same thing). My single friends bitched that they never met anyone anywhere.

But yesterday, before the game, I was at the grocery store stocking up on garlic bread and Doritos (ok gross, not to be eaten together) when a man starts talking to me about the game. We're strolling the aisles and chatting about whether a ten am start means it is too early for beer and hotdogs (no, but you can always have a bloody mary which makes it brunch). And he blurts out, "Do you want to watch the game with me? I mean, you don't have to come to my house, we could go to the bar and watch?"

Apparently I am oblivious, because I really didn't think the dude was picking me up until then.

But J should feel fortunate I just thanked the man and went out to the car. I mean he was cute and wearing a toolbelt and I believe my position on toolbelts is well documented (new readers: I am pro-toolbelt).

Damn fortunate because I did check out his ass as he left and DAYAM.

1 comment:

Frank said...

Anyabeth you've been married too long when you don't realize when a guy is trying to pick you up. You need refresher training.