But despite all those faults and even though she calls my Grocery Store Hottie "an infant," Jen was my wing woman this afternoon as I foolishly attempted once again to elicit something resembling chat from him. The sun was shining, my hair looked good, I was wearing my awesome Esprit ($6.99 via Goodwill!) camouflage pants, and was a little giddy from all that Relay for Life walking; I got into his line with high hopes.
I think it helped that a better (and also cute but not hot) conversationalist was bagging my goods, but Jen & I were on a roll that the Hottie could not escape. Frankly, I think a few of our very witty remarks went over his head (sigh) but in the end there was banter and laughing and goodness. I'm pretty sure angels were singing.
Plus I scored an oatmeal carmelita.
