Cuteboyrandy = NOT SO SHY.

I made one of my bi-weekly visits to Hobby Lobby today after work. I honestly was not thinking about Cuteboyrandy at all, because I was sorting out my christmas list and classes and life and my check book in my head. So I get a basket and I start looking around... and I am reminded of his adorableness, as Cuteboyrandy himself makes his way past me to the "cashwrap", if you will. I ponder his existence for a moment and move along. Soon after, I hear someone saying "excuse me,..." repeatedly, and I am RATHER annoyed by it because "I moved out of the way already.... will you just go by!!??? Trying to shop, here!!" However, I turn to see Cuteboyrandy... and he says "I think I've met you before... maybe because you come here alot, but I see you all the time, and I just wanted to say hi. I'm Randy. What's your name?"

At this point I believe my eyes were rolling back in my head and I was hanging on to that tiny basket to balance my legs up on top of my ankles. I don't remember alot of what was said, I was probably unconscious for most of it, but I went on about my shopping, and moments later, Cuteboyrandy, or "Randy," as I now know him, approaches me once more... and he straight up asked me to lunch tomorrow. And got my number.

Now, I don't know if Cuteboyrandy watched The Pick Up Artist and idolizes Mystery, or what... but whatever he does... it works.

I asked Randy if he was a Christian and where he went to church... and his answers were quite pleasing to me... however, I will inspect further his potential spiritual leadership abilities and devotion to living his life to honor Christ. That is, if I can stop drooling and making my 'astounded-what-on-earth-just-happened-boys-never-talk-to-me-in-public-unless-they-are-licking-their-teeth-and-making-duragatory-comments-or-are-yelling-hey-lil'-mama-across-parking-lots' face long enough to even speak.