mesmerized

today when i was buying lunch at my fav mexican place, some young gorgeous thing looked deep into my eyes as i got up to the register. i could hardly concentrate on what i was ordering. as i knew i wasn't the cat's meow today, i figured it was his m.o. and tried hard to pretend i didn't notice that when he said "your change is 96 cents" i was all flustered. i couldn't even remember how much money i'd given him for about 30 seconds. i walked away to get jalapeno peppers, trying to protect myself from looking lovestruck.

made my day. i don't care what the hell he thought of me, or how many women he did that with, damn, he was fine.

odd how a look can give you bedhead. much like cologne, except cheaper.