Thank You, Officer!
They say sometimes it takes just a little break from routine to lift you up and erase (if only temporarily) the stress and whatever it is that's weighing you down.
Well, today I skipped lunch to go to the bank for an errand and found that it did indeed help.
I needed to talk with a Customer Service officer and as I waited for my turn, I speculated over which one of the four would I get.
There were three female officers; the only male was tucked at the far left desk, hidden behind a humongous flower arrangement. I decided I would like to deal with the woman who sat in the middle.
The one on the right was much too serious; the one on the left talked too much.
I groaned when I ended up with the lone male. I was afraid I didn't bring complete documentation and it would somehow be less embarrassing, in my opinion, to admit that to a female officer.
But I took my seat and said to myself, Oh la la.
He was cute. A bit too young for me, ha, but he had the look I usually go for. Dark hair, a little slender and a smile that's just a little imperfect.
I didn't think much of it though - stress was sometimes that powerful. Normally I would tease cuties to death, LOL. And he was all professional, very polite and helpful.
As soon as he reassured me that the documents I brought were enough, I relaxed and waited as he processed things for me. People smiling at you can be infectious and I soon found myself smiling too.
And then as he wrote down my information, I started to notice his hands. Damn, men hands have always been my weakness. His were slender and clean, moving smoothly and sure across the white pages.
We chatted a while and I could see his genuine interest as soon as I told him I taught English. Probably interested in learning himself, I guess.
It was nothing really, not even a decent flirtation, ha, but it distracted me from a gloomy day.