Maria Diaz lady business. pop culture. whatever.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.

Excuse the reference to the most cliched song of the past year, but it's the only way I can describe how I feel about a recent happening in my little world, which basically consists of me only going to places in a 5 block radius. One of those places is the grocery store across the street from my house, which despite my promises to make the trek to Trader Joe's because it is the most expensive grocery store in the universe I still go to, sometimes multiple times a day.  Across the street will win over saving money any time.

So, the discovery is that a young gentleman who I had once blown off via Myspace was now, horror of horrors, working at this grocery store. He was someone I had communicated with because of a Craigslist personal ad (my chosen Internet poison of choice) way back in January, which was my first real month of living Post BreakUp and where the only man I needed to be interacting with was my computer. In other words, I was a total wreck and in absolutely no shape to be even considering going on a date. While he was very nice over the phone and we totally had stuff in common, I had a boy like freak out and wrote him a rejection email over the dreaded Myspace.

11 months later, fool is bagging groceries at the one place I frequent more than the karaoke bar. Thanks, world. When I stopped in today after an uncontrollable urge to make my own bagels, the store was so empty he ended up checking me out. In the grocery checking sense. In the other sense, he did not make any eye contact with me at all, instead choosing to stare at the empty space directly opposite me. I vow to never prepare my own bagels again. Isn't that what living in a big city is for, anyway?