More of Produce Boy

I wrote of "Produce Boy" before in a previous secret. Now, it's just more of the same silliness. The guy watches me (which, of course, makes me keep glancing at him to see if he's still watching me, and he always is). When I'm paying attention to my shopping, he pops up wherever I turn, and I am forced to look at him and return his smile or hello. Yesterday, we exchanged hellos twice, smiles about four times, and at one point, I was checking my list and he came over and asked me if I needed help. He watched me as I was kneeling on the ground, plopping my purchases on the belt from the ground, and he was still watching as I was putting the shit in my bags. I didn't bother looking to see if he was watching me leave the store, though by now, I think I know the answer.

This is getting rather embarrassing. This has been going on for a year now, but yesterday was the most interaction we've had beyond his watching and my glancing to see if he's watching. I don't get it. Whenever I go to the grocery store, I'm just a little dumpy and frumpy woman with messy hair, no makeup and baggy clothes, sweating and frazzled from lugging the grocery baskets around. These are not the conditions that I wish to be crushed on. And, I'm not crushing on him back, but I'm afraid that's what it might look like with all of my paranoid (which isn't paranoia in this instance) glancing to see if he's watching me. Ugh. Well, at least he hasn't taken to following me around the store. But, the produce section is my favourite and where I spend 75% of my time in that store.

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lol Well you see crushes are an interesting concept. you could start going to the store in a fabulous silk dress and makeup and a gorgeous hairdoo . ;) Always an option
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