Dear Handsome Man at Target,
It was just another ordinary Tuesday. I found myself running low on essentials—paper towels, patience, and a craving for something a tad glamorous. Target is my go-to haven, and I could sense it works its magic on you too. I noticed you moving swiftly towards the kitchenware aisle, a sweet little girl’s hand in yours—you were clearly on a mission. Your confident stride told me that you’re no novice when it comes to shopping with kids, and frankly, it made my heart flutter.
As you paused in the home goods section, I couldn’t resist inching closer. After all, I could always use an additional stemless wine glass or a chic marble cutting board. The colorful ink adorning your arm caught my eye (wow!), and I quickened my pace a bit. Usually, I don’t chase after anyone, but some encounters just spark that kind of energy, right?
You exuded a kind of allure that wasn’t over-the-top—more modest and genuine. When I saw you pick up a pristine white platter (I have an undeniable weakness for white dinnerware), I felt the urge to share my own collection with you. But would it be too forward? Approaching a stranger to chat about my fondness for large white plates felt a bit desperate. I could imagine myself fumbling with words like, “Hey, if you love that platter, just wait until you see it adorned with my delicious baked treats.” Clearly, I’m not the best at this whole flirting thing.
Moreover, I hadn’t caught a clear glimpse of your left hand yet, and I wanted to avoid getting caught in the Target fantasy—where everything seems perfect and sparkly—before making a move. So, I decided to admire from a distance, pretending to be engrossed in the bags of Baked Lay’s I had tossed into my cart.
That little girl by your side was patiently waiting for you, which hinted that this wasn’t your first trip to Target (marry me, right?). As you picked up a stack of white square plates (let’s decorate a dream home together), I finally noticed your left hand was ring-free.
I thought, “I can do this.” I approached you, ready to strike up a conversation. But instead, I just kept moving. When our eyes locked across the kitchen utensils, and we both took a sip from our Starbucks straws, I felt butterflies in my stomach, quickly followed by a wave of nerves. It was exhilarating yet intimidating. I wanted to run into your arms, and simultaneously, flee the scene.
As I checked out, I entertained the thought that if we were destined to share a kiss in aisle 6, build a home full of Target treasures, and enjoy lasagna on those square white plates, it would happen naturally. While loading my bags into my cart, I envisioned us at a local Mexican restaurant, sharing too many margaritas before embarking on another shopping spree at Target one Friday night.
Just as I turned to leave, I spotted you at the Dollar Spot—eyes on me. Then, in a moment of pure embarrassment, I collided my cart with the automatic doors. I wanted to rush to you, but the opportunity had slipped away.
So, I drove away, wishing I had summoned the courage to speak while you were handling those dishes. I kicked myself for not knowing how to flirt and regretted my hesitation. Perhaps I should have turned back and pretended to forget something.
Instead, I munched through an entire bag of Baked Lay’s during my drive home. Maybe I’ll cross paths with you again, or perhaps not. Regardless, we’ll always have our brief moment at Target. But be warned, if I spot you again, and you’re admiring a pillow, it’s game on.
Sincerely,
The woman who wishes she hadn’t let you slip away.
In Summary
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