Last year I wrote about how I let my future husband walk right out of Shoprite. I had been on express, he had come on my line and as he was leaving he told me he thought I was cute and headed straight for the automatic doors before I even had time to register what had happened. I was kicking myself for weeks since I had no idea where he lived or even who he was. I thought I'd never see him again. Until last night.

Last night was an unexpectedly great night. I worked 13 hours; 9 of them stuffing papers into envelopes, which was probably the worst torture ever, and the rest in the loving arms of Shoprite. Somehow when I got to Shoprite I was so full of energy despite the lack of sleep and the long hours I had worked beforehand. Then, out of the blue, I see him, wearing a fedora and aviators. The day I never thought would come was finally upon me and this time I was not going to fuck it up. He came over to my register and we started talking. I went on my break and he sat with me and we talked, and sadly, I was a little disappointed. After last year's incident I pictured him as this daring, bold, amazingly funny risktaker who would travel to foreign countries with me and crack jokes at inopportune times. But now that I was staring right into his blue eyes I really didn't find any of that. I hate to say it, but he was almost...dull. He was nice and all but I really didn't find that click I thought for sure would be there if I were to ever meet up with him again. A little later on he bought me a flower before he left. I was very happy and bore it proudly. Maybe he wasn't my soul mate but at least he had went out of his way to do a little something nice. Then as I was walking to my car I started talking to one of my friends who also knows this kid, and he asked me where I got the flower from. I told him where, and he replied, "Oh. He gives flower to every girl." Awwwwwwwww man! Whatever. Even though he turned out to be not what I expected at least he gave me a short lived thrill. Last year I felt as though I was living in some romantic comedy where we would reunite and realize we are boundlessly in love with one another and neither of us would stray for fifty years. I should have left it at that harmless fantasy. It's ok though. I guess sometimes things are just not what you think they are.