A couple of days ago I was in the chocolate aisle in Kroger stocking up (there was a close out sale on at least a third of them, can you say chocolate binge?)
Out of the corner of my eye I see this guy turning down the aisle, and usually beards don’t really do it for me ( they’re nice, but not my thing), but this beard was doing all kind of things.
He was doing the power walk, like when you have on some killer heels and a nice dress and you know you slay. His was the male version.
Anyway, he walks past and we make eye contact.
Now, down here in good ole Georgia we had just gone through a mild cold snap and everyone was dusting off their rarely used coats and oooing, and ahing over the three or four snow flurries that made it to the ground.
Me? I was in my cat hat, my hoodie, and a twelve foot long purple scarf wrapped up to my eyeballs.
Why is it that all the hot people are met when you’re looking shlumpy?
But I digress.
We make eye contact, the kind that could have been something, something dirty, something involving a whole different level of chocolate. The human kind.
But then he SLIPS.
Not like, “Oops, I’m so klutzy and adorable. Kawaii-desu ne sugoi!”
Nope. It’s practically a split.
Not like this
He’s good though, he recovers quick, (not as epically as the Nicholas brothers of course) picks up his face and resumes walking past, though that power walk has lost so much of its fire it’s barely simmering.
I feel for you Hot Dude, I really do. I didn’t laugh but that won’t stop me from telling everybody else. Heh heh
And thus concludes Story Time with Kayti, tune in next week, same Write Bitch time, same Write Bitch hour.