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.