So, had an interesting grocery shopping experience...
picking up some stuff at Trader Joes, and this guy tells me I need to be cautious about Tilapia, something about saturated fat, and I was about to turn around and tell him I am actually trying to add saturated fat, but then he says that farm raised is probably not the best way to go, yada yada. Anyway, I say he is probably right about the farm raised, we end up chatting about me being from Florida, blah blah, and he asks me what brought me to Nashville. so I say, my husband. and he says, Oh you're married, and looks at my left hand. so I smile and thank him for the info on the fish and walk away.
So yes it took me until the end of the conversation to realize he didn't really want to talk about fish. I am out of flirting practice man! Anyway, the best part was that he was actually someone I would have gone out with. Tall, dark, handsome, (had that Italian swarthy look), well built without being pumped up, beefy, nice, etc. Usually when some guy flirts with me it is some old geezer who is a little on the creepy side. This is the first time in a very long time (cannot tell you how long) that a guy I would actually have been interested in, was the one flirting.
Fun. but a little bit sad that it has been so long I don't remember the last one. I got some work to do!