Absent Minded
Daydream
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
I own nothing, but the experience.
Feedback: Is
always appreciated.
AN: In my
world ‘Scruff’ or ‘Scruffy’ = Jeff Hardy, but as per usual you may slot in whom
ever you choose.
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Absent Minded
Daydream
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Is there
such a thing as love at first sight?
I use to
think so. I use to dream that somewhere out there my Mr Right would be waiting
just like I was for that certain… look, glance or scowl even. The latter of
which my Mr Right wore the first time I saw him. The most sweet and all
consuming scowl I ever did see. And it was directed at me too! Can you believe
it? Good because it’s true.
Why he was
scowling is not really important and if the truth be told would totally turn
the concept of my little tale about face and we wouldn’t want that now would
we?
Okay, my
story begins on
People
hurried past me on there way to work or just hurried past for the sake of
hurrying past, while I just leisurely strolled by with not a care in the world.
Well okay so I had one care that morning. No milk in my fridge for my much
needed morning cup of coffee.
That’s why I
was out and about at that ungodly hour of the morning. I had to go to the
supermarket, can’t drink coffee with no milk, that’s just criminal. I mean I
want to be alert and all first thing in the morning – but not ‘That’ alert.
Plenty of milk for me please.
But moving
right along… it was during my little trek down the supermarket aisles that I saw
him. All tall and scruffy like. I like scruffy. Yep. Nothing wrong with a bit
of scruff! His clothes hung off him and his hair looked like he had just woken
up and haphazardly pulled a beanie over his long curly locks.
He saw me
too. I know he did because that’s when he scowled. I of course had a little
chuckle to myself, couldn’t help but not, life is too short not to see the
funny side. He didn’t hang around after that, but that was okay. I had looked
my full and now resumed my task of finding that refrigerated area of the
supermarket that housed the milk.
It was a
mission in itself but one that I persevered through in the hopes of finally
getting my morning caffeine fix. Scruffy guy was still on my mind though and my
eyes still sought him out even with a carton of milk in my hand, only
difference now was I was in search of the check out.
The queue
was long, I knew it would be. Why they bother to call it an
‘
I was in the
process of mentally going through the stock in my pantry when I felt someone
queue behind me. Not for one second did I think it’d be Scruff. Nope. Not for
one iddy biddy little second! So you can imagine my
shock when I happened to glance over my shoulder and there he was standing
right next to me with only the width of the shopping basket he carried
separating us.
I looked up
into his eyes. Beautiful, I thought. He kept his gaze straight ahead.
Before you
leave this supermarket he will talk to you, I inwardly predicted rather smugly
and moved forward as I became first in the queue.
He moved
with me.
“Next waiting please.”
Oh no. What
do I do? It’s my turn at the register. Talk to me damn it. Say something before
this carton of milk and I walk out of your life forever!
I’m at the
register now. The cashier is ringing up my purchase.
“That’s a
dollar seventy thanks.”
Yeah, yeah… I count out the change in my purse and hand it over.
“Thank you, have
a nice day. Next please.”
Skank!
She didn’t even wait for me to put my purse away before she called for the next
customer. Called for ‘him’.
Hmmpth!
I turn on my heel and stalk away not impressed. Not impressed at all.
“Excuse me?”
Talk to the
hand!
“Um… excuse
me?”
La li la li laaa…
“Miss… hey!”
I spin
around my eyes flashing and what do you know – it’s him in all his scruffy
greatness and he’s looking straight at me. What’d I tell you hey! Thank you,
thank you hold the applause – Scruffy guy wants to talk.
I flutter my
long lashes and smile my extra pretty smile and wait to hear the words I’ve
been longing to hear…
His mouth
opens and… my mind fills in the blanks.
I saw you
back there and… I know you don’t know me but… Is sex out of the question? Marry
me?
Well you get
the picture.
I waited with
baited breath. My reply of ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ was but
seconds from leaving my mouth…
His…
YES!
Mouth…
YES!
Opened…
YES!
And…
YES!
“You forgot
your milk.”
So there you
have it. Is there such a thing as love as first sight? I can safely testify
that I haven’t a clue, but what I can tell you is that there ‘Is’ such a thing
as embarrassment at third sight.