These two girls came into the store today. Jeremy and I were working. One of them acted like she knew Jeremy. Jeremy was on the phone though, so I helped them out. The other one, who was really cute, was looking for a CD player, so I showed her the Wave Music System. When Jeremy got off the phone he talked to the other one. I really liked the other girl, but I did no more than some very subtle flirting. I don’t know what I was thinking. OK, yes, I do know what I was thinking. I was thinking, Jeremy knows this girl. I smile, make nice. Get her to recognize me without actually hitting on her (because I’m really not suppose to do that at work) and when I get a second alone with Jeremy I find out what his friend’s friend’s deal is.
Uh yeah, he didn’t actually know her. She had been in the store before and had worked with him. That’s how they knew each other. Jeremy couldn’t exactly call her up and ask what her friend’s deal was and did she like his friend. Uh no. Cause she’s a customer. Damn me. You should have talked more with her.
The really sick part is that I’m pretty sure she was at least kinda into me. And I blew it. Big moron. At least the bright side is that Jeremy really thinks they will be back, as the other girl the first time she came in came back like four times the same day before finally buying what she came in to get. So I have that. Best to prepare myself and not fuck up two times in a row.
In other news I spotted Blondie today. She wasn’t part of the horse show! The obsession lives on…
In yet other news, today Jeremy announced that his wife was pregnant for the first time. He didn’t want to say anything until they were sure so they waited a good three, four months before saying anything to anyone.
Which got me thinking. Earlier this summer Jeremy had told me that Sara wanted him to quit the reefer while they were trying to conceive to prevent low sperm count and, you know, funny sperm. They were going to start trying in August. “But wait,” I say to myself, “now is August.” If they waited before telling anyone wouldn’t that mean…?
Yep, Jeremy and I had gotten blazed together in a last hurrah at exactly the same time little junior was conceived. Oops.
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Unless he’s on crack, the kid will be fine – no worries.
I don’t think he’s worried. Or Sara for that matter. I think the real thing they were worried about was that they’d be “stupid”. Turns out that was not the case at all.
And one more thing – just start talking to the girls. Don’t be so reserved. Girls like it when guys show an interest.
This I know. My subject line I think accurately describes this momentary lapse into idiocy. What I was thinking I’ll never truly be able to comprehend. I think too much is the problem. Yes, I shouldn’t be hitting on girls at work. That doesn’t mean you can’t make them want to hit on you.
Really I thought I had a safe out to that problem: Jeremy. Turns out I was wrong about that.