I served this guy today.
Which is not actually that significant, because I serve hundreds of guys and eventually they all roll into this one ball of guys that I don't seem to register as individuals. But, this is guy was tall and handsome, and decent-looking (I should explain that further; he didn't seem arrogant, or self-assured, he seemed...comfortable) and has this gorgeous smile and he made my bones all want to melt. And that was before I actually served him. He made me laugh out loud, geninue, happy, not-putting-it-on-because-you're-paying-for-food laugh, and I loved that.
I liked it; smiling when he walked away, and smiling as I things over after that.
I guess I'm that place where you're heart isn't broken anymore, it's badly scarred, and scared, to beat again and feel something. I guess, after awhile, my mind kindof looks at a relationship as this thing that was just going to screw up again, make it hurt again, but I think with this guy, whom I'll never see and again and whom won't ever give me a second thought, he'd be able to make it beat, again.
I guess this guy who I'll never see again will never get that he gave me for more than a two dollar coin for four ice-cream cones, he also gave me hope.
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