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[rootofnewt]

so... earlier tonight, i decided to go to the grocery store. it was about 9:30, but i was craving some caffeine and we were out of vinegar and trash bags.

so i set off for the grocery store.

on the way, i was listening to some music and thought to mys elf, "you know, it's been a long time since i've had anyone try to pick me up at the supermarket."

well, you know what happened.

as i'm walking to my car in the parking lot, the guy who was in line behind me called out to me. when i turned around, he asked if i'd consider having lunch with him sometime.

my first instinct was to say "sorry, but i tend to sleep through lunch."

being a pale goth girl in a deserted nighttime parking lot, though, i realized that might scare the poor guy. so i relented.

i smiled, thanked him, and told him i was spoken for.

i immediately felt presumptous. maybe he was just looking for friends. he might've been new to the area and looking for camaraderie from goth girls with braided pigtails and broomstick skirts. maybe he found something intriguing about the brand of trash bags i bought.

then again, he looked totally crestfallen (!) and more or less ran to his vehicle and sped off into the dark virginia night..

Comments

[ismene.livejournal.com]

Hell, I'd be happier if people tried to pick me up in the supermarket less often. (Well, not literally pick up, but you know what I mean.) Happens once a month on average, and of course they're never cute.

[d00k.livejournal.com]

i solved that problem by not going to the super market. you become resourceful that way and learn the joys of frying worms found under the mulch.