Ouch!

So, it happened again. A perfect face turned me into a giddy teenager. It seems to always happen on Sundays at work. Sundays being the day I have to be there at 9 am after working all night on Saturday. Sundays usually being the days I need a shower like you wouldn't believe. And putting on make-up doesn't seem as important as snoozing for an extra 10 minutes.. Yep. Why would it happen when I look like a real person, much less like an actual girl?? But this Sunday was an exception.. I actually showered and was feeling a bit better about myself. Go me!

So, here's what happened.. I was serving this table of girls, who were hilarious.. and thirsty. They were sucking down Mimosas faster than I could pour them. So they were constantly watching my every move to see when their next refill was coming. And when Mr. Perfect in his flannel shirt walked in, the girls were the first to see my reaction. The smile on my face, the twinkle in my eye.. okay okay, so they saw me discreetly fanning myself with the menu.. but whatevs. They would've done the same thing if they didn't have a glass in their hands the entire time.

So, luckily Mr. Flannel sat in my station, so I could find whatever excuse to go over and talk to him and his friends. He was kinda shy but very polite. Always asked nicely and said his thank you's.. I was in love. All it takes is a perfect face and a 'please and thank you' to win me over. So, when I walked back over to the ladies they wasted no time in teasing me. But then they mentioned that they thought I was super fun and we should all hang out sometime, so we exchanged numbers. Yay, I love new friends! I went back to actually working for a bit, and when the girls were leaving, I went to give them hugs. One of the girls named Hannah, gave me a big hug and said, "Oh, I gave that guy your number and told him that he really, really needed to call this girl cause she was amazing. But I didn't tell him it was you.. Bye! Have fun!"

I was shocked! Actually shocked doesn't even begin to explain.. I was a big ball of nerves.. So stoked that she would do that, but soooo nervous if he would call or not. And what would he say?! I felt like she was my Fairy Godmother.. Yep. And then I remembered that I had to go back and finish serving him and his friends. And pretend that everything was normal. And pretend that I had no idea what him and his friends were talking about.. when really, they were talking about me. It was insane.

So, long story short, he called. AGHHHH! (I couldn't answer while I was at work.) And then he texted. So, we were texting back and forth.. trying to figure out who I was, and I just wanted to know my future hubby's first name.. (Phillip, which was a total shock BTW.. he looked nothing like a Phillip... Flannel Phil, hahahahaha... I heart nicknames. ) And then he mentioned something about my plans that day.. and I said that I didn't have any cause I was at work, and then (moment of truth) I told him "I think I was your server..".. I was so nervous to tell him, but figured it was about time, and couldn't sit still waiting for his reaction.. And what happened next??

Crickets... Or, in other words, nothing. I was rejected by Flannel Phil! Happy Sunday to me... Ouch.

I have to laugh at the whole situation, or else I may just break down like a crazy person. I mean, What was I really expecting??

I later told my Mom the story and her reasoning was that he got in some crazy accident, his phone was destroyed, and he lost my number.. Yeah, let's go with that. That seems like a MUCH better ending.

Get Well Soon, Flannel Phil..