He was definitely my type, lean built, average height, with those Jap/Korean good looks, complete with a nice bubble butt. *Swoon* I was smitten.
He wasn't in-charge of my table, so that was a major disappointment. I got this aunty waitress instead. Hrmpph....
Anyway, I was stealing glances at him every now and then, like a teenage school girl. I couldn't decide whether he was playing our field or not, since I was born without the stupid gaydar that everyone else seemed to have. Since he wasn't serving my table, I had no idea how the bloody hell I was to strike a conversation with him.
So after the meal, after I had decided I had ogled him enough for one night, I paid the bill and left. On my way back, I realized I left my phone at the restaurant. So I rushed back and saw him closing the restaurant. Before I could open my mouth and ask him about my phone, he said to me, 'hey you left your phone here just now,' gave me a smile, (he had dimples! *melted*), and returned it to me. I was so shocked that he knew who I was, that I literally couldn't think of anything to say. I just thank him and ran off. STUPID.... stupid... stupid... stupid...... That was THE perfect moment to talk to him right?! And I blew it.
I'm definitely going back there to stalk him, in a non creepy way. Perhaps snap a couple pictures for you guys to cuci mata? Is that too creepy?
|I'll take one of these to go please.|
|Yes that's perfect!|
|Damn, Betty, mind sharing them?|