Sarah and I had decided to meet downtown for lunch. It was a Thursday and I was off for the day. We headed to a trendy "gourmet" pizza place near where she worked to have what I called a "Lunchtime Confessional". Joe Momma's had been on my mind since I'd just recently met someone who worked there. We were seated in what I now know is table number twenty-one and told that someone would be right with us.
Who was right with us was the most handsome man I'd seen in a long time and, by far, the best looking man in the restaurant. I was single and looking and I swear that he was. He wasn't a hipster which I thought was a mandate to be employed at this particular establishment. He was, I thought, in his late 20s and adorable in his Blake For Tulsa tee and cargos. I had a few tall boys and decided that since he'd not so much as made eye contact that I would take matters into my own hands. I couldn't get his attention and it was killing me. Lunchtime tipsy, I thought I'd take a chance and leave my number. I assumed he was taken as he was too handsome to not have a girlfriend or wife. I wrote something like, "I think you're really good looking and if you're single I'd like to take you out for a beer" on the back of my receipt and hurried out. Of course, and in true Danielle form, I left my bracelet on the table so I had to run back in to grab it all the while praying I'd not run into him after he'd read my note and deemed me silly. Headed back through the restaurant I slipped and slid what felt like a long way. He swears he didn't see it.
That day and the next passed without a call. I was sure I'd never be able to eat at Joe Momma's again for fear of being super embarrased.
Day 2: "Hey, this is Aaron" Who? "Aaron from Joe Momma's" Oh. OH! "I'd like to take you out for lunch sometime but I think you should know that I have three kids in case that's a deal breaker"
Obviously it wasn't.
