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My observation…The bottle.  

SilyconBond 55M
193 posts
7/27/2020 4:01 pm

Last Read:
7/28/2020 3:47 pm

My observation…The bottle.


It was a shock to me that you would even be interested in having sex with me after so long. Before our meeting, I kept thinking back about the first time we actually met before seeing you yesterday.

That was my first time ever being to Whole Foods. You may not be aware but I saw you first picking up oranges in the produce section. In a weird circumstance, I knew the guy working near you. Vince and I worked together when he was working at a warehouse. It was him that I was there to see.

He was about to get off work, and we were going to talk over at the bar. At the bar, I had just finished mentoring him about python programming, then you walked by with a full<b> shopping </font></b>cart of food. His career discussion was boring me. I told him, “Hold a minute” as you walked by us.

I grabbed the nearest bottle of beer off a barrel and walked up to you. The look on your face was confusion as I casually placed it in your<b> shopping </font></b>cart.

“Excuse me?” You said.

Me, looking into your eyes. “I need you to buy this for me. I heard they ID people here.”

“You look over 21.” You said.

“Ok, so I am. Was trying to think of an ice breaker so I could steal your<b> shopping </font></b>cart.” I said.

Then I took hold of your<b> shopping </font></b>cart and walked fast away. You stood there. I heard my friend laughing in the bar. I made a quick trip around the nearest isle. On my return trip up the next aisle, I waved to you and slowly approached.

“Oh Hi! So good to see you again. I didn’t get your name when we met last time.” I said with a straight face.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Shopping isn’t it obvious,” I said.

“You took my<b> shopping </font></b>cart.” You said.

“I’m pretty sure I put stuff in here. Oh, yeah, this.” I picked up the beer bottle and handed it to you. You looked at the bottle in your hands. I then left with the<b> shopping </font></b>cart and went around another display, I think it was nuts but can’t remember. Fast away, then slow on the return, smiling.

You tried to hand me the bottle of beer. I announced loudly, “I don’t buy alcohol for minors”

That’s when you started to laugh and asked, “Who are you?”

“Wait a minute. The second time I met you, you didn’t give me your name. This is the third time I see you and I still don’t know. I don’t give my name to complete strangers that are threatening me with a dangerous weapon.”

“Weapon?” You asked still smiling.

I pointed to the bottle in her hand.

“This is yours.” You said.

“You just took it from me. I gifted it to you. Do you think the croissants are gluten-free? ” I asked as I picked up the container of croissants from the<b> shopping </font></b>cart.
You placed the beer in your hand in the<b> shopping </font></b>cart and then you took the croissants from my hand and placed them back in your<b> shopping </font></b>cart.

“’ I’m not sure I want to buy those. Plus, this, Kale? I hate Kale.” I said.

“You want it. It’s good for you.” You said.

“How do you eat it?” I asked.

“I put it in a shake with other things.” You said.

“You ruin other things with it, oh no…” I said.

Then we started to talk. It was a light conversation. We got so caught up in our conversation that Vince ruined the mystery of my name when he came up to us and told me he would talk to me later.

You didn’t believe him, so I got out my license to prove my name. You stared at it for a while. Imagine my surprise later when I found out you memorized it. I never was good at remembering numbers, but, you can remember every single price of items you place in your<b> shopping </font></b>cart. That is a remarkable feat. I can barely remember the pin on my atm card.

You gave me your name and cell number and we parted. You know what happened next.

Vince has since got his dream job. Like all successful programmers, has no time for me. He will always be a friend. I do miss hanging out with him at times.

Which brings me to yesterday. I’m not going to talk about it except one thing.

I saw the bottle of beer on your shelf of keepsakes. Why have you saved it for six years? I was going to email you about it. Yet, you have not revealed your profile to me. I want to see who looks at this blog so I can narrow it down. I don’t think you can resist not seeing what I wrote. I’m not going to tell the world how wonderful you were. Nope, not gonna do it, although it was wonderful for me.

SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/27/2020 4:02 pm

It was a shock to me that you would even be interested in having sex with me after so long. Before our meeting, I kept thinking back about the first time we actually met before seeing you yesterday.

That was my first time ever being to Whole Foods. You may not be aware but I saw you first picking up oranges in the produce section. In a weird circumstance, I knew the guy working near you. Vince and I worked together when he was working at a warehouse. It was him that I was there to see.

He was about to get off work, and we were going to talk over at the bar. At the bar, I had just finished mentoring him about python programming, then you walked by with a full shopping cart of food. His career discussion was boring me. I told him, “Hold a minute” as you walked by us.

I grabbed the nearest bottle of beer off a barrel and walked up to you. The look on your face was confusion as I casually placed it in your shopping cart.

“Excuse me?” You said.

Me, looking into your eyes. “I need you to buy this for me. I heard they ID people here.”

“You look over 21.” You said.

“Ok, so I am. Was trying to think of an ice breaker so I could steal your shopping cart.” I said.

Then I took hold of your shopping cart and walked fast away. You stood there. I heard my friend laughing in the bar. I made a quick trip around the nearest isle. On my return trip up the next aisle, I waved to you and slowly approached.

“Oh Hi! So good to see you again. I didn’t get your name when we met last time.” I said with a straight face.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Shopping isn’t it obvious,” I said.

“You took my shopping cart.” You said.

“I’m pretty sure I put stuff in here. Oh, yeah, this.” I picked up the beer bottle and handed it to you. You looked at the bottle in your hands. I then left with the shopping cart and went around another display, I think it was nuts but can’t remember. Fast away, then slow on the return, smiling.

You tried to hand me the bottle of beer. I announced loudly, “I don’t buy alcohol for minors”

That’s when you started to laugh and asked, “Who are you?”

“Wait a minute. The second time I met you, you didn’t give me your name. This is the third time I see you and I still don’t know. I don’t give my name to complete strangers that are threatening me with a dangerous weapon.”

“Weapon?” You asked still smiling.

I pointed to the bottle in her hand.

“This is yours.” You said.

“You just took it from me. I gifted it to you. Do you think the croissants are gluten-free? ” I asked as I picked up the container of croissants from the shopping cart.
You placed the beer in your hand in the shopping cart and then you took the croissants from my hand and placed them back in your shopping cart.

“’ I’m not sure I want to buy those. Plus, this, Kale? I hate Kale.” I said.

“You want it. It’s good for you.” You said.

“How do you eat it?” I asked.

“I put it in a shake with other things.” You said.

“You ruin other things with it, oh no…” I said.

Then we started to talk. It was a light conversation. We got so caught up in our conversation that Vince ruined the mystery of my name when he came up to us and told me he would talk to me later.

You didn’t believe him, so I got out my license to prove my name. You stared at it for a while. Imagine my surprise later when I found out you memorized it. I never was good at remembering numbers, but, you can remember every single price of items you place in your shopping cart. That is a remarkable feat. I can barely remember the pin on my atm card.

You gave me your name and cell number and we parted. You know what happened next.

Vince has since got his dream job. Like all successful programmers, has no time for me. He will always be a friend. I do miss hanging out with him at times.

Which brings me to yesterday. I’m not going to talk about it except one thing.

I saw the bottle of beer on your shelf of keepsakes. Why have you saved it for six years? I was going to email you about it. Yet, you have not revealed your profile to me. I want to see who looks at this blog so I can narrow it down. I don’t think you can resist not seeing what I wrote. I’m not going to tell the world how wonderful you were. Nope, not gonna do it, although it was wonderful for me.


1ALLNYTR 59M
248 posts
7/27/2020 5:14 pm

wtf?


superbjversion2 68F  
24388 posts
7/27/2020 6:31 pm

Definitely, a unique approach.

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!


japaneseass 56F  
50231 posts
7/27/2020 7:29 pm

you know what...i have more luck to meet in a grocery store isle than on this site...for sure...


lindoboy100 61M
23969 posts
7/28/2020 3:08 am

I used to think my 'are you pleased to see me or is that fish juice running down your leg' chat-up line was the best.........oh well.

There's a supermarket here where on Thursdays singles go after 8pm with a view to meeting. I got thrown out the last time I went.

Kale is always good, crisp it and you'll change your mind.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/28/2020 5:02 am

Dude, not all of us started out good looking. It took a lot of work and age to become as awesome as I am today. Saw that you are from Cedar Hill. I went to a church camp there Mt Lebanon when I was growing up. Loved it. I wish I was as Social then as I am now. Several people I would love to reconnect with from there. That area has boomed since I was last there.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/28/2020 5:06 am

Never been to Grand Rapids. Is that were your profile pic was taken? The background looks more European or even Spanish, but I'm not sure.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/28/2020 5:13 am

    Quoting japaneseass:
    you know what...i have more luck to meet in a grocery store isle than on this site...for sure...
I thought this place was pretty happening. Millions and Millions. It's certainly more vast than I was expecting.If you could change one thing about this site what would it be? <-Look my first emoji.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/28/2020 5:21 am

    Quoting  :

Thank you for the compliment. I wish I had your creative style. I'm still not sure if I'm doing the blog correctly. Is it better to quote the person, or respond? Just discovered last night I could see everyone that reads my blog. I think I have enough viewers. How do I turn it off so more people don't see it? <- My second emoji, I'm so proud.


SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
7/28/2020 5:25 am

    Quoting lindoboy100:
    I used to think my 'are you pleased to see me or is that fish juice running down your leg' chat-up line was the best.........oh well.

    There's a supermarket here where on Thursdays singles go after 8pm with a view to meeting. I got thrown out the last time I went.

    Kale is always good, crisp it and you'll change your mind.
I love your sense of Humor. I'm gonna test that line. I bet it works great near the fish department.


superbjversion2 68F  
24388 posts
7/28/2020 9:16 am

"Never been to Grand Rapids. Is that were your profile pic was taken? The background looks more European or even Spanish, but I'm not sure."

Definitely NOT Grand Rapids. Mission San Jose in San Antonio, TX ... I'd say that qualifies as Spanish-ish.

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!


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