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.