I was sitting in the break room, talking to my girls when Curtis walked in to my field of view. I knew (from being my stalker-y self) that he wasn't scheduled to work today so I immediately blurted out "what are you doing here?!"
He talked with the bulk of the people in the break room about his standard beverage of choice, a half gallon of milk that he drinks straight from the carton. For the calories as he puts it and you can tell by his muscular form that he takes his calories seriously.
And it makes me wonder why I am even slightly interested in him, why my stomach did a little bit of a flip when I saw him while not expecting to, and why I tried to get away from my register when I got back from break to talk to him more.
Blonde, muscular, into country, army veteran, though I haven't confirmed it, probably religious, and just over-all the appearance of an American good ol' boy. I don't know. But I let him follow me to the break room as I clocked out. And I let him walk me to the door. And I let him listen to a song on my phone, thus giving the phone to him which allowed him to enter his phone number into it.
Apparently, I don't seem to be thinking logically.
He talked with the bulk of the people in the break room about his standard beverage of choice, a half gallon of milk that he drinks straight from the carton. For the calories as he puts it and you can tell by his muscular form that he takes his calories seriously.
And it makes me wonder why I am even slightly interested in him, why my stomach did a little bit of a flip when I saw him while not expecting to, and why I tried to get away from my register when I got back from break to talk to him more.
Blonde, muscular, into country, army veteran, though I haven't confirmed it, probably religious, and just over-all the appearance of an American good ol' boy. I don't know. But I let him follow me to the break room as I clocked out. And I let him walk me to the door. And I let him listen to a song on my phone, thus giving the phone to him which allowed him to enter his phone number into it.
Apparently, I don't seem to be thinking logically.
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