Black Gay: Schoolgirl...

So before I headed off with the Tim-E's, I stopped at Walgreens to buy some gum cuz you can never have enough breath freshners in your car. Lol, it's amazing how many opportune times pop up and you need fresh breath.

Anywayz, I walked straight in and towards my destination, picked up what I wanted and marched to the checkout counter wherein I had to do my best not to faint.There, standing before me was the cutest black guy I've EVER seen in real life.Tall, a shade lighter than myself, brown/hazel eyes, great smile, waves in his hair, nice fit body (he had on the Walgreens smock/vest thing that hugged his physique)...I spoke to him, he replied in kind, and he scanned my gum. Because I wanted to prolong the encounter as well as have cash for the vineyards, I requested cashback and tried to be as nonchalant as possible while I waited for the transaction to go through.

I selected 29 bucks back, mainly so that I would have broken bills but also because that meant even more time with him as he counted out the moolah.

I held out my hand and he placed the cash in it and I swear there was a brief connection...or maybe it's wishful thinking.I didn't happen to notice a ring on his finger but I couldn't be too sure; my "scoping" skills aren't what they should be as a single gay man. :)

He handed me the receipt and I got ready to leave but I couldn't help but smile at him because he (like Wentworth Miller) was just so cute that it hurts. He smiled back with a huge grin...I couldn't tell if it was just a return of my smile at him or more satisfaction at completed the transaction without fucking up. One step from there could be: was he as nervous as I? Or did he just hope not to mess up cuz his job was on the line? :) Who knows.

I'm just happy that I was cute; since I was going out with the Tim-E's to a vineyard, I had on my cowboy boots, wool peacoat, starched and embroidered white linen shirt, and nice bluejeans. Normally when I patronize Walgreens, I'm dressed down and super comfortable.

Anyway, I clunked out to my car and realized that I hadn't been breathing almost that entire time. I hopped in the car and smiling the whole way, drove over to Bec's.

Later I thought about revisiting and seeing if he was there. Or calling and requesting him. But alas, I left my phone at home and we were so busy having a great time that we never got around to it.

But I did remember that at Walgreens they put the associate's name on the receipt, which I pulled out when we were at Meijer's shopping for dinner. His name is "Antony." Granted, I don't know if that's pronounced how it's spelled or if he goes by Tony or if it was just inputted into the computer wrong and is meant to be "Anthony." Trust me, even my name is spelled wrong on my call-money account....Kentucky. :(

He looked as if he could've been my age, which makes me wonder why he's working at Walgreens. He also looked like he could've been in high friggin' school, which means it wouldn't work. Most of me hopes that he's taking the route that I did: in college, working at Walgreens to make ends meet while he aspires to become something/one great in a field of higher education.

Yeah, pipe dreams but it does give me hope for the future....maybe I'll stop by there after volleyball tonight... :)