Who says I'm a man-hater?

Because I'm not. I've just noticed that some guys seem to spend a good portion of their time doing things that do not consist of asking me and my other gorgeous and talented friends out on dates.

But that's hardly the point. The point is that I can never despair of the male gender because every now and then I'll hear a story like this that restores my faith and causes me to smile and hum showtunes and put aside my plans for taking an AK-47 up to the top of a building and wreaking gory vengeance. (Note: It's been rescheduled for Sept 19th, so mark your calendars! We'll have treats afterward!)

Sunday night my teacher roommate was prepping for the first day of school (she teaches high school science). Apparently she had a brain flash of the absolute perfect demonstration to do in class the next day, and wound up at Wal-Mart at 3:45am Monday morning. A nice-looking and friendly young man was stocking the shelves and asked if she needed any help, since I imagine she was probably running around like a crazy person in pajamas with a wild gleam in her eye. She thanked him, but said that she was fine.

Then she ended up in another part of the store where she did need help and couldn't find a nearby employee. So she walked back to the first guy asked if he would help her. He did, and they chatted, and she found out that he's a college student who works the graveyard shift on the weekends, and he found out that she's a teacher and needed all this crazy stuff for a lab about living things she would be doing that day. When she left, she wished that she'd found a way to give him her phone number, since he seemed really nice and cute.

2pm that afternoon, during her first day of classes, she got a call from the office, asking her to come down. There was a beautiful flower arrangement waiting for her, with a note from the Wal-Mart guy saying that he hoped her class demonstration went well. The flowers were a tasteful and not-too-large arrangement of gerbera daisies and orchids and pretty filler flowers, which strikes just the right tone, I think. Roses would have said "I've already picked out names for our children," and RED roses would have said "I've already scheduled a temple appointment for next month and I'm looking into your bedroom window right now, and my name is Leonard because that's a creepy name." A single carnation or a few daisies would have been very sweet and thoughtful, but a bit reserved, as though he was trying to stay neutral.

The best part was that in the note he said he would like to see her again and get to know her, and gave his number so that she could let him know if she's at all interested. She was walking on clouds the rest of the day, until she passed out at 5:30pm due to lack of sleep the night before.

I thought that was one of the best stories I've heard in awhile. Bravo to you, Wal-Mart Guy. You've got moxie.


Kelly said... [reply]

Wow, that's an awesome story! I so want to know what happens.

daltongirl said... [reply]

Nemesis, you are funnier than Strong Bad. And that's saying something.

ambrosia ananas said... [reply]

Three cheers for the WalMart Guy. And four for Miss Nem. That Leonard comment was great.

ambrosia ananas said... [reply]

Oh, yeah. And ten points for knowing what an AK-47 is.

Nemesis said... [reply]

Thanks, Brozy! This knowledge comes from my dad ruining my childhood by making me watch endless ruruns of Heartbreak Ridge, starring Clint Eastwood, on TBS.

"This is the AK-47 Assault Rifle, the preferred weapon of our enemy. It makes a distinctive sound when fired."

I should've called Family Services.

Desmama said... [reply]

That is a great story! That restores my faith, too, since I've recently been led to believe that the reason many beautiful, intelligent, capable--in short, INCREDIBLE--girls aren't going out is because LDS guys are too busy hookin' it up with girls down at Dallas Roberts. It makes me want to strip down to my socks and underwear and start yelling profanities.

(An old college friend of TexDad's recently revealed he'd just gotten married. TexDad was talking to him on IM and was like, "Hey, that's great. What's she studying or has she graduated?" The answer: "She graduated from Dallas Roberts and works at Hair Flare." (Or something, I don't remember the name of the place.)

*Rolls eyes.*

Nemesis said... [reply]

"It makes me want to strip down to my socks and underwear and start yelling profanities."

Texmom, you just made me choke on my water. My hat is off to you.

Also, I think part of the problem is that the dental hygenists and the beauty salon girls are in competition, so it's doing all kinds of sad things to the market.

chosha said... [reply]

But does he wear the blue suit...with the pecs, etc? j/k Kudos to you Wal-Mart guy.

Cool story...update us sometime.

Coop said... [reply]

I'm impressed with Wal-Mart Guy. I have yet to meet a Wal-Mart employee who could remember his/her own name, much less at which school a customer teaches. Well done.

Mary said... [reply]

I loved this story! Loved.

The Leonard line deserves some kind of award.

daltongirl said... [reply]

I also loved the Leonard line. Daltonboy just about wet his pants when I made him read it.

We agreed not to tell the parents. They had a baby Leonard that died. Also, my non-creepy f-i-l's middle name is Leonard. But that doesn't mean that all WalMart employees named Leonard aren't creepy.

I went to college with a guy named Lennard. When it came time for grades in my Eye-talian class, the teacher sent around a paper so we could all write down the grade we thought we should get. Lennard wrote "C." For creepy.

Cicely said... [reply]

ahh! that's sooo sweet! definitely keep us updated!

DanaLee said... [reply]

I am not sure which is harder for me to swallow 1) A boy like this or 2) something good actually coming from the Wal Mart. It's a stretch for me either way. Good luck to her! And what's with the L names being so creepy. I know a guy named Lester and I can't like him no matter how hard I try. The name just SCREAMS PERV!

Nemesis said... [reply]

You guys are too kind. I never profess to be a wordsmith--I only know that my friends think so.

Kelly said... [reply]

Larry is also an awful L name

Miss Hass said... [reply]

So what you're saying is I should be spending MORE time at Wal-mart. Fantastic. I think I can manage that.

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