A Reason For Red

Sally had said that I'd meet a lot of guys since I was working in retail. I tried to stress the fact that it's a 'bead store', attracting mostly middle-age women, with rich husbands, that are bored and need a hobby.


I have now been working there for a little over a year and there have only been two times where a really interesting guy has walked in. I would say that's not too bad considering the common clientele.


Most Recent:
close to 3:00 pm, March 3rd 2008
Asked about 'Native Beads', or at least I think he asked about beads. The way he said the word 'native', though, sounded like it belonged to a woman's anatomy. He spoke very fast, which apparently is common in Chilean Spanish. Did I mention he's from Chile? That comes later.
I guess I should say that when I saw him walk in I knew I had seen him in the store before, but no other memory came to mind. He was wearing a hat. But it looked like he either had a mohawk or a mullet from the looks of it. I caught a glimpse of his Mount Snow ski pass or instructor pass or whatever pass and apparently when he became employed there he had a shaved head.

Such a thin, gentle face to go with a long lean body. Backpack. Bright blue jacket. I don't remember much else. Except that he bought paper lantern string lights that had little dragon flies on them.

I'd also like to point out that today was a day that I decided I wouldn't wear a bra. I didn't put on any make-up, which I've been doing a lot lately. And my hair was nothing spectacular. I guess girls only expect to be noticed when they are having a {perfect} moment.

The talk was back and forth. I mentioned that he should probably come in on a day that Brian works so he could ask him a few more questions regarding any native beads and such. I gave him our business card, he gave me his e-mail.

I'm issuing myself the "Three Day Agreement", as I guess I should call it.

Juanjo.

'I'll give you and e-mail.'

Wink.