The Story of Really Cute Waitress and Really Handsome Stranger

There are some benefits to working with the public. You meet some really interesting charactors, some not so interesting charactors and then, you meet some that you wish you could get to know much better.  And sometimes, when you’re on the same job for a number of years, you get to.

Last year, in the spring, Really Handsome Stranger came to our restaurant. He sat with a group of men who, as it turns out, were colleagues of his from his new job. I was their waitress. They tipped nicely, were a lively bunch of chatters and most of them seemed to be married, except for Really Handsome Stranger. Everytime I looked towards their table, he was looking back at me, smiling.

When I did their final table check, he asked me if I worked every night, and I told him no, but that I was there a lot because I was on the job for five years (at that time) and a senior staff member.

“So, you’re loyal?” He asks, and smiles.

One of his fellows commented about how great the service was, another commented on the food (both of which are excellent I might add) and another commented that the next time Really Handsome Stranger (Here after referred to as RHS) was in town, they would have to come back.

“Oh, you’re not from Really Big City?” I asked? To which he replied “No, I”m from Southern City.”

And so the evening ended.

Two months later, RHS and his colleagues were back. We chatted some over the course of their meal, and I learned that RHS worked for a publishing house in Southern City, who happened to work with an advertising company in Really Big City and he was “up this way” quite frequently.

Now, being a woman and being gifted with Women’s intuition, I was aware of the “sparks” between us – and the fact that he left a big tip with his business card with a heart on the back, didn’t hurt to pick up on that.  But, I am not into long distance relationships at all, and as I have previously stated, was at the time in a soon-to-end, all to smothering relationship, so I took the flirting as fun and left it at that.

Over the course of the past year, RHS has been in several times, and the last few times, he came alone. He always requests me as his waitress and we always talk for a bit, when I have time. I found out that he’s in his mid-thirties, not married, never married, no kids, no desire to have kids, plays in a jazz band, loves seafood and green tea, has 2 sisters, 1 brother and a goldfish.  On one occassion, he asked me out for coffee sometime, but the distance thing popped into my gray matter, and I graciously declined. (This was after smothering boyfriend was out of the picture of course).

Well…

This morning, bright and early, my friend and co-worker calls me to say that RHS was in last night, and was very disapointed that I wasn’t there. She told him that I had been sick and he asked her if it would be possible to get my phone number. She told him, as good friends do, that she’d have to ask first. So he says “I understand. I’m staying at Fancy Schmancy Hotel until FRIDAY! Here is my room number. Can you call and let me know what she says?”

Holy COW!

So, I tell friend, to call him and let him know that I did get his message and it’s okay if he calls me but not until this afternoon or evening.  I mean, I sound like I’ve eaten a bucket of glass and gravel! And I sneeze every 24 seconds like clockwork!

Friend says, Okay let me call and I’ll call you back. So I’m sitting there, looking at the phone, waiting for it to ring. And waiting, and waiting. And then finally, exactly 1 billion minutes later (or so it seemed. Maybe its the Nyquil talking), it rang. And she says:

“I got his service, but I left a message with your number and told him not to call you until after four because you’re resting. Chloe he’s so hawt! I mean, SMOKIN HAWT!”

So today, sometime after four, maybe I will get a call from RHS. I mean, its no big deal if he doesn’t call, its not like I’m going to be sitting here waiting or anything, right? And I’m sick. I’ll probably be sleeping. So okay, maybe I’ll set my alarm to wake up at around 3 and get my voice back, you know, JUST IN CASE he calls, but, not like I’m waiting. And I guess while I’m up, I’ll take a shower and get into some clean jammies and maybe fix my hair or something. I mean, I’ve been in bed what? Three days now? Yah, I think a shower is in order anyway, so it’s not like I’m showering anticipating a phone call or anything.

So, (note to self, you say “SO” a lot!) Yah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll go on about my day until 3 and then grab a shower and some clean jammies and maybe fix my hair.

Should I put on some lipstick?

Love always

Chloe Jayne