Milhouse, The Stud Muffin
I don't know if it's just me imagining things, but when I'm working in Caffe Nero, I've been getting a lot of long glances from various girls recently.
Good looking girls at that!
I mean, obviously it's fully understandable, look at me... I'm a sexy beast aren't I?
But for me it's really quite unsettling for me when this happens, because I'm never quite sure how I should take it?
As I've learned over the years - a girl's mind is a very dangerous place!
What they seem to be thinking and what they actually are thinking, are often two completely separate thoughts. Therefore, weather I assume that they dig me, or actually are confused as to how they got free tickets to the freak show is uncertain.
Hows a guy supposed to know for sure without making an ass of himself by making assumptions?
So yeah, just earlier today, there were these two pleasantly appealing young ladies who I served coffee to and then whilst I'm later washing dishes, I'm told by my Italian co-worker that they are both stareing at me.
Of course, as soon as someone tells you that your being watched, you get all paranoid and end up looking like a total prat by pretending you were unaware and then try acting as casually cool as possible.
Note to self: This never works.
I end up dropping 2 muffins & a soup bowl on the floor then finding I have an insatiable desire to sneeze, causing my face to resemble somewhat of a deranged baboon who overdosed on bananas.
Mmm, slick.
Nevertheless, they definitely were looking at me for a long time. And when I said goodbye to them I & got another smiley glance in my direction. I think it's hilarious. Can’t really understand it myself.
As a result of this, I've decided that if I happen to see them again, I'll try to say slightly more than my usual sales pitch and spark some friendly conversation!
Exciting stuff in the world of Milhouse!
T.T.F.N.
(Day off tomorrow! Yay!)
1 Comments:
Sounds cool.
Caffe Nero superfly u say? If only this were true. It's a bloody hard moil*.
But no dissin the Big J. He's my homey.
*no i didn't make this word up.
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