So the other day I’m out shopping, and this guy approaches me. He’s handsome, but with just enough imperfections that I felt comfortable in my used-to-be-white v-neck tee and destructed denim.
First it was just him asking my opinion about the beer, in my cart, I wasn’t really sure I was going to buy in the first place. Then, it was obvious flirting. He told me I had beautiful eyes. He leaned in to read the “Ray-ban” on my glasses and complimented my choice. He smelled amazing. And, I noticed the Ray-ban aviators hanging on the crew neck of his tee shirt. I smiled and said, “great minds think alike.” We laughed a little.
Then he said the one phrase that stopped our relationship before it started.
“My name is Chris.”
I said, “it’s nice to meet you, Chris. Have a great evening.” And away I went, pushing my cart at a steady jog.
I need another Chris in my life like I need a hole in my head.
Disclaimer: I have already had dysfunctional relationships with 2 men named Chris. You have to get to a point that you realize it just doesn’t work.
Everything mentioning 2nd Chris by name. But there’s plenty of other entries hinting at him.
Everything mentioning 1st Chris by name. It’s a much shorter read…