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Today was a bit of a bittersweet day for me. It started off great. I was happy and chipper all day at work, making my sales above and beyond what was expected of me. Drinking coffee in the mornings really does work wonders. Then He came in...........
I was ringing up who I thought at the time was a random customer when I noticed the name on his credit card. It was Mr. Smith himself. Mr. Smith was my 2nd through 5th grade crush. He was my idea of the perfect guy at eight years old. Funny, charming, good-looking and his mom knew me and LOVED me. Then when I told him how I felt about him in the fourth grade he proceeded to mock me, tell me I was pretty, then tell me he liked my friend. Well of course he did. We went on to fifth grade, then on to junior high and I never heard from or of him again. Till today.
Oh he looked beautiful, tall and perfect........and married. We talked for a bit while I rang up his purchases when I noticed his ring. My heart sank so I dismissed him from my register and my heart. Then he came back into the store. I thought he had forgotten something. So while I was ringing up some other customers we chatted a bit more. Then I asked "Can I help you with something else?" He looked embarrassed and picked up his bag while he muttered "Oh no, I was just....uh...." and he walked out.
The girls around me laughed at me and informed me that Mr. Smith had come back into the store to talk to me. I was missing some signal apparently. But to me he was married. Or was he? Maybe he was just the type of guy who liked wearing rings on that finger. He had about three rings on his fingers so maybe this was just a random ring. Holy crap! Did I just dismiss the boy I was meant to be with since second grade!!??
HE CAME IN A THIRD TIME!!!
This time he was with his friend and of course he starts chatting it up with me again. What have I been doing? Where am I living now? This time I'm more nervous and smiling like a damn fool. I have various customers that I have to ring up so I don't really get all that involved in the conversation at hand. Somewhere in between catching up and giving my customer her change, I gather the courage to tell him that he should call me. He gives me this puzzled expression. I feel like an asshole.
Eventually he and his friend leave. My co-worker turns to me and tells me he is indeed married. Mr. Smith and his friend had apparently been talking about their wives while I was busy with stupid customers. I am bummed, my heart is sad, gravity has taken ahold of my soul, my coffee is no longer reliable and I want to go home.
I hate having bad timing with boys. I hate not getting what I want. I am an only child, I ALWAYS get what I want. But I want him and it will never happen. I don't mess with married boys. That's just asking for bad karma. I don't like upsetting the balance I have in the universe when it concerns my relationships.
BUT this is my Mr. Smith. The boy who told me I was pretty at my ugliest. The boy who would kick me underneath our desks only to make me laugh afterwards and tickle me so that I would not cry.
I tried for a long time to get back in touch with him. When I finally do, it's too late. And now he's gone forever. No phone number, no email, no anything.
QuixoticGirl
What I'm listening to: Embrace - Gravity
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Posted by QuixoticGirl on 2007-12-22 00:40:43 | Rating: | Views: 226
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Sorry if I comment one to many on your stories. I like the way you tell them. I guess things happen for a reason and mr smith just wasn't it. But I'm sure you've already heard that one before.
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Posted by AndrewJames3
on 2008-02-06 18:47:32
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