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"Are you the girl who used to bag my groceries down at Von's?"
How about that for a line?
I got it yesterday at the beach. Yep.
So, I tell him no.
He proceeds to tell me that he spotted me from his brother's house on the strand and took out the binoculars to make sure I was indeed the girl from Von's.
Creepy.
And, of course, I am then imagining how he must have been able to see the freaking pores on my nose and the wrinkles around my eyes through these dad-blame binoculars. More detail than I care to see even myself.
So, I tell him that I don't live at the beach, but more inland. And that I've never worked at any grocery store - Redondo Beach or otherwise.
He apologizes and says how embarrassed he is for the mistake, yet still he takes a seat next to me and begins to chat.
I have to admit, while I didn't find him attractive in the least, it is flattering to be approached so randomly like that. A girl expects it at a club or bar or hanging with girlfriends on a Saturday night. But something like the Vons-dude is terribly flattering - because you're not looking for it, not dressed for it, not prepared for it. It kinda reassures a girl that even if you're not trying, you're doing a pretty good job.
High-five.
I had just left an audition at a location in Redondo Beach. It was 80 degrees (in January mind you) and I just couldn't force myself to get back into my truck and drive home. So, I grabbed the notebook and pen that forever reside in my front seat, bought a strawberry milkshake from Ruby's, threw a few quarters in the meter and walked down to the beach.
-- don't worry, I checked, double-checked and triple-checked the signs to make sure I wouldn't get another parking ticket.
And just when I thought I was 100% sick of California, the state goes and shows me Redondo Beach. Sailboats, crashing waves, volleyball, sun on my face, wind in my hair, bicyclists, rollerbladers, skateboarders, dogs chasing owners, children laughing, surfers, runners, sunbathers... and there I sat in my blue jeans and boots... but I was content.
I wrote. I had a couple of pleasant phone calls from friends. And then Vons-dude approached. All this after just leaving a pretty good audition.
All-in-all, not a bad day.

