I’ll be the first to admit … I’m whack!

It was a rainy Saturday, perfect day to sleep in, and I did! When I finally opened my eyes I took my time. There was no rush, I had no plans for the day, and it felt great. Around 1:00 PM I started to get a little restless, so I decided to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt, I ran my hands through my hair, and headed out to the mall, I thought I’d treat myself to a new phone. After all it was the morning after pay day, so I had money in the bank, and every intention to spend it on a gloomy Saturday.

After I got off the subway I felt extremely tired. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact that no one was really at the mall, I guess everyone was a little fearful, after all it was the weekend of the G20 Summit, heck I was scared, but I went anyway. So I walked into the phone store, and waited around for someone to help me. I don’t usually like to deal with sales associates, so I wasn’t about to flash a smile . . . until I saw what the sales associate looked like.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmm.

He was cuuuuuuuuuuuuuute. Girl let me tell you, tall, dark hair, nice smile. So I told him what I was looking for, and he got it for me, I thought it would be a quick transaction, but luckily the systems were running slow. At first there was silence, I didn’t really know what to say to him, he just kept apologizing on behalf of the slow system, and then he started talking about the phone, and my plan, and the requirements. I wanted to get a case for it, he said he’d throw it in for free, I asked if they had yellow (my favorite color) which directed the conversation to nationality. I told him I was Jamaican, and he said he was Italian, he had actually just moved to Canada 2 and a half months ago. Yup, a newbie. He seemed ambitious, said he played soccer professionally, can’t go wrong with soccer legs ladies, can’t go wrong. And the figure, c’mon now! So we started to talk a little bit more about our jobs, and cracked a few jokes. I think we were flirting. He could have just been doing his job. Mind you I didn’t feel on point like usual, like I said I just threw on some casual clothes, and walked out the house, so I was a little shy.

The transaction ended, he apologized again for the time it took and said “although I didn’t mind the company” and I kept my eyes on my phone and laughed, and then he said “have a good day.” At that point I looked up and made eye contact “Thank you. You too.” I replied, he gave me a smile, and I swear, I felt the connection in the eyes. Then again, maybe it’s just me trying to hold on to something that isn’t there.

I walked away and thought to myself. I really should have closed the deal, got his number or something. My fabulous friend K-Mama suggested I got back to the store, highlight the point we’re both new in town, and give him my number, so we could get together and go out sometime. Did I do it? No. I know, whack right. It was fear, I guess. K-Mama brought out the point, I had nothing to lose. If we don’t get out there and ask for what we want, we’ll never get what we want! Although there was that possibility of rejection, the fact that I would have even attempted to make a connection would have been a huge step for me.

Here’s the thing. I’m going to make that connection. I know where he works, I’m going back there -within the next week-  and I am going to make some kind of connection (of course I’ll be there in regards to my phone ;). I’m going to be the confident, bold woman I am in so many other situations, I am going to DO ME! And when I do, you’ll be the first to know!

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~ by doyouboo on June 29, 2010.

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