PacificBlue
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On the weekends, I usually eat out once or twice and usually at the same places. Sooooo...there's this new manager at one of the places and last weekend he kept looking at me. Not just a casual glance but grabbed my eye contact several times and held it. I checked for toilet paper on my shoe when I left, there was none...blue ink all smeared all over my face, none...hmmmm. 
Tonight I go back to said restaurant. It is the weekend.
He's managing tonight and relieves the other guy so he can take my order. I get the same *look* and this time he asks for my name. What do I do?!?!?
I BLUSHED!!! CRIMISON RED!!! What the hell is wrong with me?!?!? It isn't like he asked what color my bra was. I did give him my name and then he wanted to know why I wasn't staying and taking my dinner home tonight. Apparently, he likes it when I stay. *giggle*
I needed that small thrill this week.
Tonight I go back to said restaurant. It is the weekend.
I BLUSHED!!! CRIMISON RED!!! What the hell is wrong with me?!?!? It isn't like he asked what color my bra was. I did give him my name and then he wanted to know why I wasn't staying and taking my dinner home tonight. Apparently, he likes it when I stay. *giggle*
I needed that small thrill this week.