
Going out is great. You have a good time with friends, enjoy some drinks and have that evening celebration that cheers for you not being at work. But the nights where you might not be armed with your best friend and her skinny jeans as support or you are not accompanied with that extra jolt of liquid confidence, those are the nights where you'll always see the "great guy potential".
Welcome to Stop and Shopt/IGA/ShopRite (insert grocery store chain) on any weeknight from Monday - Wednesday in suburbia, you will most likely find single guys shopping for whatever they were too busy to pick-up over the weekend. My friend Katie who owns Katies Cakes and finds herself there frequently for last minute bakers goods, agrees.
Coincidentally, you will find me there too.
This past weekday grocery store quick-stop was to pick up a few things for the upcoming Champagne Thursday (post to come). As I stood in front of the yogurt section trying to decide on peach or bluberry, someone with a little bit of gorgeous under the skin contemplated Cracker Barrel or store-brand cheddar. I froze. If it was the game Freeze Frame, I would have won.
He looked my way twice. I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Any normal moment in my life would have included me smiling and making some kind of backhanded comment about buying store-brand. But, on a Monday night where a days worth of phone-calls and emails managed to turn my confidence into nothing but mush, I stood there silent.
After the poor exhibit of how to not behave as a fabulous single gal, I'm making a request/pact/promise to flirt with all of them. The great ones, the mediaocre ones, and even the ones that you know you would easily win over.
Care to take the challenge? Can you flirt with everyone that you find attractive and that appears relatively single? Dare. Double Dare. Physical Challenge.
Consider this your motivation. Smile. Say hello. Look-up. Make the first move.
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