So I was at the supermarket today and I did something I haven’t done in quite awhile: I ran into something because I was checking out a hot guy.
He was walking in right when I checked out, so the whole walk to the door was me watching him. He walked up to the deli counter and stood there looking at the case while I thought about how nice it would be to be that meat because that means that he would be checking me out. He was black, about my height, well built, and very good looking. Usually, when I see someone like this, I’m far enough away so that when I make a fool of myself, I’m the only one who notices. Oh, but not today.
As I was walking out the door, I had to turn my head almost completely around in order to continue my stare and, well, I slammed my right shoulder into the doorframe, only missing slamming my head by about an inch. Yeah, there was a loud expletive that came out of my mouth. Yeah, it hurt like hell. And, OOOOOH yeah, he saw. And laughed. It was such a sexy laugh, my pain went away.
Until I got to my car.