10/06/2011

We Just Aren't Gelling

Story Sent in by Michelle:

I was out on my first date with Barry when I caught him staring at me with a smile. I smiled back and asked him, "What is it?"

He replied, "It's your hair. It looks like chocolate strings."

It was a funny compliment, but I took it as one and thanked him.

"You're welcome," he said, "Maybe you'll let me brush it later."

I thought I had misheard him. "Say what?"

"Maybe you'll let me brush it," he said, "I'd really like to."

I laughed and said, "Thanks, but I think it's fine for now."

He pulled a comb out of his jacket pocket that was still shiny with hair gel. "I don't think so. I can comb it for you."

My smile faded. "No thanks."

"Nice chocolate hair," he said, then put his comb down on the table, "Nice and chocolatey."

"Okay, thanks," I said, "So, how's work?"

"Milk chocolate or dark chocolate, I don't care," he went on, "I'd love to run a comb through it. I'll pay for dinner if you let me."

I laughed again, and he raised his voice to say, "That's enough laughing. If you laugh at me again, I'll leave."

I couldn't help it. I giggled at him, because he was being an idiot. He stood, put a $10 bill on the table, and left me there.

He left his comb.

1 comment:

  1. Yet another dodged that Silence of the Lambs moment.

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