The Mating Ritual at Our Local Taco Bell

There he was. The cutest guy in Taco Bell. Yeah that's what I said... I mean not that there was really a beauty contest going on there at lunch or anything... he was just simply that... ok. HOT. He's sitting there eating a taco when I walk in. I mentally freeze... but he didn't notice. I'm automatically trying to figure out where I'm going to sit so I can flirt with him. An 8 year old takes the seat. Damn. It's like a chess game. You don't want your back to him because then you'll feel his eyes on your back. Nice. but I want to see his eyes. You can't sit directly in front of him because it's too abrasive... too foward for even me. You have to find a seat diagonal from him and face him. It's the only way.

I order my taco. Ok... my 3 tacos... but whatever.

8 year old stands up... Good there's no reason for an 8 year old to have that seat. She doesn't stand a chance. He sees me see it. He grins... I smile. I sit down. I'm talking to my mother on the phone. I tell her I have to go... I say I love you. Damn that makes him look up.

The dance begins.

I start doing everything with my left hand. Its the single woman's mating ritual. I'm not taken. I'm definitely not married. SINGLE SINGLE SINGLE.

He smiles again. He gets up and refills his drink. Winks on the way back.

I push the tray over so it's not in front of me. I will him to come over. He doesn't.

I'm desperately (but you can tell I'm desperately anything) trying to see his ring finger. He's wearing a tie. That always gets me. Pick something up with your left hand! SHOW ME YOUR FINGER.

Realization hits.

He's hiding it. He picks up his taco with one hand. The right one. He sips his coke with the right one. The left one is not laid casually on the table... it's folded over, uncomfortably upside down in his lap and curled into a fist. He doesn't want me to see it.

He throws away his trash. I start to breathe again. I think he's gone. I hear the door open and shut behind me. I take a big bite of taco. He walks by. He waves and smiles. My mouth is full of lettuce.

Typical.