My Adventure from One Week Ago. My sad, sad Adventure.

Ya ever find yourself at a Trader Joe's with a basket of apples and bananas and some English muffins, and you qualify for the "express" line, but that line's way too long, so you see one other line where a customer has a whole pile of stuff, but there's nobody else in the line, so you put your basket on the little shelf at that cash register, and only then -- only then -- you realize that the guy you just got in line behind is the most stunningly gorgeous guy you've seen in months? Just your type too, short, a bit paunchy, scruffy beard, long, very long hair, cute eyes? And it's when you get to "cute eyes" you realize that you're staring at him in slack-jawed awe, and he noticed that? But he doesn't get upset or anything, but you feel awkward and clean your glasses, and he does what people who don't wear glasses do when they feel awkward? And you avoid looking directly at him again until he finishes checking out and he leaves, but then you see him in the parking lot, putting his cart in the cart area like the decent citizen he is, and you seriously contemplate talking to him but then you chicken out and spend the next week kicking yourself?

No? Yeah, probably just me.

My Adventure from One Week Ago. My sad, sad Adventure.

Ya ever find yourself at a Trader Joe's with a basket of apples and bananas and some English muffins, and you qualify for the "express" line, but that line's way too long, so you see one other line where a customer has a whole pile of stuff, but there's nobody else in the line, so you put your basket on the little shelf at that cash register, and only then -- only then -- you realize that the guy you just got in line behind is the most stunningly gorgeous guy you've seen in months? Just your type too, short, a bit paunchy, scruffy beard, long, very long hair, cute eyes? And it's when you get to "cute eyes" you realize that you're staring at him in slack-jawed awe, and he noticed that? But he doesn't get upset or anything, but you feel awkward and clean your glasses, and he does what people who don't wear glasses do when they feel awkward? And you avoid looking directly at him again until he finishes checking out and he leaves, but then you see him in the parking lot, putting his cart in the cart area like the decent citizen he is, and you seriously contemplate talking to him but then you chicken out and spend the next week kicking yourself?

No? Yeah, probably just me.