It's official. I'm in love.
I don't know his name, but he works at Pizzamart. Here's the story.
Before going to the temple today, I met my friend at Pizzamart. We ate lunch and decided we wanted ice cream. It's 50 cents..smokin' deal. Anywho. We walked up to the counter and I noticed a strapping young lad who was ready to take our order. Two cones, thanks. Dollar given, cones received. After taking 25 minutes to devour the soft-served goodness (and telling my friend how cute the ice cream boy was), we departed. I bid Mr. Cone Man a sad 'adeiu' of what I thought would be the first and last time I'd ever see him. I giggled as I walked out and looked back to catch his stare. Ba-da-bing.
Alas..there are no sad stories allowed on this blog. So of course it gets better.
I met with two friends to go shoot some pictures in the faraway land of Gilbert. Whilst driving home, friend number 1 decided she was hungry. Friend number 1 decided she wanted Pizzamart. This meant I was going back! Wait..Natalie..that's super embarrassing..you were just there 4 hours prior. So yes, I return to Pizzamart and Mr. Cone Man was there! After an awkward exchange of eye-contact, he uttered a "Weren't you just here? ..And you changed outfits. Are you stalking me? You are stalking me. Stalker.".
Laugh it off, Nat. Play it cool.
Yep. That's the best I could do. We took about 6 minutes to order because we talked to Mr. Cone Man for awhile (I think at this point we learned his name..I don't remember what it was; I guess I suck with the whole 'picking up on details' thing). I said I didn't want anything to eat, seeing as I was just there 4 hours before (Sarah and I did WORK on a medium pizza. Devoured that thing in under 8 minutes..). He said he was giving us three plates so I could change my mind (insert swooning sigh here..so chivalrous <--gag). We sat down, he and I awkwardly continued to exchange eye-glances, and I pretended to be oblivious to the fact that he was so attractively manhandling the cash register. Friend 1 wanted ranch, so I said I'd go get it. Mr. Cone Man: *pushing dollar back* "It's on me." Natalie: "Heyy-oh, big spender. Think you can handle that 27 cents?" Mr. Cone Man: *smile*
Yeah that's right. I got free ranch.
..and called fat when I ordered another ice cream cone (in my defense, I hadn't eaten in 4 hours). So good for chivalry.
As I walked past the register on the way out:
Mr. Cone Man: "So uh..how many more times can I expect to see you stalking me today?"
Natalie: "Two *wink*"
I should have left my number on a napkin. Looks like I'll be going back on Friday to take care of some unfinished business ;)