Once upon a time, I lived in a small college town. I always shopped at the Safeway and I always went to the same checker.
Kirk was friendly and efficient. And cute. Way cute. So what if his line was a little longer? It did a girl's heart good just to bask in the glow of his ultrawhite smile for a minute or two.
Eventually Kirk quit the grocery store and opened a little business across the street from where I worked. On the first day they were open, I went in to see what it was all about and I was impressed by the clean, shiny smoothie bar.
"They could franchise this place," I thought.
I visited Kirk and his co-owners often to get massive, tasty smoothies. I wanted to flirt with Kirk but I didn't. First, he intimidated me with his overwhelming cuteness, and second, I got a gay vibe from him. This does not mean he was or is gay - it just speaks to my tendency to label any man who is cute, clean and well-dressed "probably gay."
His business was a success. How much of a success?
Making-smoothies-for-Oprah-on-the-Oprah-Show kind of successful.
If I had it all to do over again, maybe I would have tried flirting just a little.