* “I can’t stop thinking about this girl I saw at Walmart in Floresville Tx (true story)
Floresville, TX. Walmart.
I don’t know if this will ever reach you, but that today you made me feel like a teenager again. (I’m 33)
You were the light brown hair girl with fair skin on her mid-late 20’s, that effortless “all American” vibe that’s impossible not to notice. Curvy, wide hips, and a way of looking at me that said more than words ever could.
We crossed paths in the workout protein aisle. I was walking through the aisles and could feel you watching me out of the corner of your eye, flirting. And you knew damn well I was looking back too.
There was this strange little moment… electric. That kind of click that almost never happens.
Later you went over to the pharmacy area. You were standing there waiting for your order just a few steps away while I headed toward the registers. And I still remember the way you turned around one last time to see if I was still there.
Not gonna lie… it hit me hard. Felt like being 17 again for a second.
If you somehow read this: yeah, it was me. The guy wearing a cap, work uniform, red coveralls tied around my waist, and a sleeveless shirt. I had just gotten off work.
And honestly… I really did want to ask for your number.
It wasn’t because I was scared.
I think some moments feel so perfect that you become afraid of ruining them by saying something.
So long my “all American Girl” and thank you.