The reason for a part-time side job is simple – get out of debt and have fun at a somewhat simple job. An order is called out and an organic sandwich, fair-trade coffee, organic smoothie or a freshly juiced juice is made. Tables are cleaned with only natural products. Floors are swept with locally made brooms …. Okay, that last part may not be true.
I felt like I placed myself back in the Northwest as I overhear philosophical debates from customers while nibbling on their falafel or a vegan burger. Co-workers list obscure independent bands that they recently discovered or pride themselves on not having a car….
“Two wheels forever!!!!”
Yes, someone actually said that in reference to their only means of transportation – a bicycle. It’s good exercise.
The beauty of this grocery store / cafe are the beauties that come into the store. (See what I did there?!) Organic products and consumer awareness is on the rise, so there is no “particular” group that come through the doors. Dreads and tattoos are mixed with others in polo shirts and older folks with walking sticks. It draws everyone in.
A few Saturdays ago, I was on the register ringing people up and calling out their orders. I started to notice different females that came through the line. As they handed me their money or credit card my eyes quickly glanced to see if there was a wedding ring. It was not happening once or twice, but it was happening time and time again.
A co-worker took over the register as I began to make sandwiches. My thoughts were so distracted. Now, another attractive female would be in line as I looked over the glass to make casual conversation and check to see if there was any bling. Eventually, there was a small freak out point within me.
One, I do not want to be the guy trying to hit on everyone. And that was not my intention at all.
Two, the last time I was this outgoing was the time I had four cups of coffee in one night. Josh and I went to the library and eventually I started talking to random females inside the Young Library at the University of Kentucky. It was logical – libraries bring in smart ladies, right? Also… that night I got almost no sleep from the amount of caffeine I took in. Josh also said I looked like I was high. I thought my heart was going to explode at two in the morning.
Three, this has not happened before. What hasn’t? The casual look at the ring finger to check to see if she may or may not be available.
At some point, I came to a point of frustration. What is happening to my thought process?! Gideon came over to me questioning if everything was alright. I shook my head and commented that it was just a “weird weekend.”
Gideon stood there for a minute and I just came out saying it.
“I have been checking out every attractive female’s ring finger to see if there was a ring on it. It’s so weird man.”
Gideon knows my story and just started laughing on the spot. ”Oh Nate. You’re good.”
“Yeah, I know. Now, it’s trying to make sure that she isn’t in high school. There are some you just have no idea! Haha!”
The easiest way…. If they are carrying a book to study for the ACT or SAT. No bueno.
There is a humorous side of it all. It is a normalcy for most guys. Yet, there is still an oddness to it for me. It is crazy to think that just about a year ago I started sharing this side of my life. Furthermore, less than a year and a half this change… this transformation…. whatever you want to call started to happen. It’s a strange reality for me.
What’s next? No idea. No, I am not dating anyone.
But maybe, I should just listen to the wise words of Beyonce… Put a ring on it.
(Oh pop music)