Cheese
So I was shopping for a dinner party earlier this afternoon at whole foods and needed to pick up a nice roquefort to crumble into my salad.
Cheese Guy: “Hey.. how you doing today?”
Me: “Just fine, thanks.”
Cheese Guy: “I just wanted to say that you’re totally well coordinated today. I mean it looks really good.
Me: “What, the sunglasses & the sweater?” (Both fuschia/purply)
Cheese Guy: “The ear stud, the sweater, the lipstick, the sunglasses…it looks good. You look good…now you can go out to your friends and tell them the Cheese Guy thinks you’re hot. HOT.“
Me: “Uh…thanks” (grin)
Now if I were one to pimp for pepperjack like I pimp for sushi, I might have dawdled to check out the smoked gouda. Alas, the flirtation of the Cheese Guy is mistargetted towards a gal who is lactose intolerant.
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