This was the kind of girl that makes all girls green with envy… she was tall, super thin and naturally blonde and was wearing the kind of clothes that look great in fashion magazines but you wonder if anybody ever really wears. (Apparently some do) Completing her look were a pair of knee-high boots with at least three inch heels. I wasn’t jealous of the shoes… I mean c’mon there is two inches of ice on the ground… but I was jealous of the confidence to wear those boots anywhere, especially with the ground conditions. So while I’m trying to rationalize my lack of decent appearance to myself… and disappear into the corner of the elevator behind someone’s grandmother, Miss Envy compliments me on my purse. In fact she’s always wanted a large patent leather shoulder tote…. which I so happen to have. When the elevator doors opened and Miss Envy went her way and I went mine, I didn’t feel so envious… I mean you can’t have everything… it all evens out. And no, it’s not all about the purse, I’m not that shallow… while she was talking to me I noticed her horribly crooked teeth… thank god my parents sent me to the orthodontist.

I was at the grocery store… running late and continually thinking of just one more thing that I needed. Too bad for me that the one more thing always happened to be on the opposite end of the store from the last one more thing. It happened to be one of those days that everyone over 65 and everyone needing the motorized carts all decide to shop at once… I hate those days! Anyway… I turned into an aisle, squeezed between two over packed carts and there she was… way too young for me, way too skinny, dressed way to emo… but for some reason she caught my attention. She had horrible posture and the need to tell her to stop slouching over the cart was fighting the need to tell her to tie her shoe before she tripped on the dangling, ragged laces. Just when I was ready to forget the girl and continue on my mad shopping spree she looked up. WOW! Now I was staring… she was amazing… despite caked on black eye liner and chapped lips. There was nothing about this girl that met any of my usual dating criteria… but whoever she was… she did it for me! Then I realized that she was helping an elderly woman shop. That intrigued me, I had to know… was she related to the little old lady that was barking orders at her or was it her job… and if so… who do I need to call to have her ‘assist’ me with my groceries? Oh I’ll never know…

So here I am… days later, still thinking about some cute chick I saw at the grocery store… and that my friends is the glory of random cuteness!!