Effy
self-advocating autistic
I have a really funny story!
Or, you know, maybe not.
Monday, I went to the Dollar Tree for two headphone packages and some toothpaste. I have been sick, so I hadn't been out for a week to get anything I absolutely needed, and it was too cold outside to go out again, as I went into the bank to drop some mail in the mail slot for my grandmother, G, inside the post office, as she has this thing about having to put bills directly inside the PO building. Thus, I was killing two birds with one stone.
Also, I buy my headphones from Dollar Tree for now, because other commercial headphones cannot withstand my need for excessive movement and use (e.g. using them often, dancing, etc.); I needn't receive any suggestions, as I will be purchasing some fancy schmancy ones from a company I've heard great things about.
Moving on, I was wearing a pair of Texas UT pants my cousin gave me, a Mickey Mouse sweater, a white sweater that shrunk because I accidentally washed it in warm water once, and black ballet flats because I couldn't be bothered to dress up and look nice. I also had St. Tropez/whatever that fragrance of theirs is that smells like sunscreen on a beach, and it's one of my favorite scents, but that was just because I needed to make sure I stayed awake and at least smelled nice in the event that I saw a lovely, hot guy whilst I was out (though such is always, always unlikely).
In other words, I might have looked at least 18, but I'm pretty sure I looked at least 15 that day, compared to the unfortunate usual 13 years of age people generally think I am, which is why I am still carded upon purchasing my own medicine.
(On the way to the Electronics aisle, I noticed they've added a crafts section... Interesting touch.
)
After grabbing the headphones, I made my way to the toothpaste, and we crossed paths. At first, I thought he was an employee, because a lady was talking really loudly about the price of something, and I was so sure he was going to price check the item or something.
I grabbed a package of toothpaste and made my way to checkout; there was only one open, as there normally is. It turns out he's making his way to the checkout, too, and I let out a barely inaudible "oh" as I stop walking and attempt to wait until he makes his way back to the checkout, as I assume he is doing.
But he's not, and he lets me ahead of him. Maybe he's thinking to himself, "It's fate!" or whatever.
I'm into some romance and all that jazz, but at the Dollar Tree? Eh. I don't wish to get married inside a store, thank you.
I step forward, and I wait a little. I don't think to thank him until thirty seconds after, but I'm also out of the house for the first time since my throat stopped hurting at least somewhat, and I was really hoping to not have to say much that day, because coughing in public kind of has a tendency to freak people out, and I'm a bit of a germaphobe; also, it should kind of be known that I'm grateful. Blah. But also, he didn't have to. It was his choice, and just...well, meh.
Not even a minute after putting my headphones down, he comments, "Those headphones don't work well."
I turn around and reply, "Yeah, they last about two weeks to a month."
He nods, and he's smiling, and then he suggests other headphones. He uses headphones from Radio Shack or Race Trac... I can't remember which it was. They have some sort of silver piece. And they work well. I say it again as a question -- the store name -- to at least pretend I'm of interest, and he smiles and nods.
Approximately thirty seconds later, he says, "I work at the liquidation store down the street... If you stop by, you can try out mine and test them out."
Groveling in my head and beneath my skin, I force a sweet, possibly coy, smile and reply, "Okay." The idea of putting someone else's headphones inside my ear(s), especially those belonging to a non-family member or non-well-trusted friend, is utterly repulsive to me. I just can't do it. It's way too weird.
And then I got checked out by the cashier, who accidentally rang up his frozen pizza/thing, which was probz lunch for him. No big deal; I used to get myself lunch from the Dollar Tree next to the Walmart I worked at on occasion, purely out of convenience.
But I'm pretty sure he hit on me. It was awkward and weird, and eh. School started back up Monday as well, so he had to have been out of school. And when the lady had had to go get someone from the back of the store, he had a dramatic sigh and looked at me, and I faked a weak smile (because what else was expected of me?!).
Yes. I passed this story onto about three people for validation of my assumption of the whole thing, and they all confirmed that he wanted to see me again.
I feel bad that he had to hit on the Aspie in the store who lacks of participating in coitus in her life.
Or, you know, maybe not.
Monday, I went to the Dollar Tree for two headphone packages and some toothpaste. I have been sick, so I hadn't been out for a week to get anything I absolutely needed, and it was too cold outside to go out again, as I went into the bank to drop some mail in the mail slot for my grandmother, G, inside the post office, as she has this thing about having to put bills directly inside the PO building. Thus, I was killing two birds with one stone.
Also, I buy my headphones from Dollar Tree for now, because other commercial headphones cannot withstand my need for excessive movement and use (e.g. using them often, dancing, etc.); I needn't receive any suggestions, as I will be purchasing some fancy schmancy ones from a company I've heard great things about.
Moving on, I was wearing a pair of Texas UT pants my cousin gave me, a Mickey Mouse sweater, a white sweater that shrunk because I accidentally washed it in warm water once, and black ballet flats because I couldn't be bothered to dress up and look nice. I also had St. Tropez/whatever that fragrance of theirs is that smells like sunscreen on a beach, and it's one of my favorite scents, but that was just because I needed to make sure I stayed awake and at least smelled nice in the event that I saw a lovely, hot guy whilst I was out (though such is always, always unlikely).
In other words, I might have looked at least 18, but I'm pretty sure I looked at least 15 that day, compared to the unfortunate usual 13 years of age people generally think I am, which is why I am still carded upon purchasing my own medicine.
(On the way to the Electronics aisle, I noticed they've added a crafts section... Interesting touch.
)After grabbing the headphones, I made my way to the toothpaste, and we crossed paths. At first, I thought he was an employee, because a lady was talking really loudly about the price of something, and I was so sure he was going to price check the item or something.
I grabbed a package of toothpaste and made my way to checkout; there was only one open, as there normally is. It turns out he's making his way to the checkout, too, and I let out a barely inaudible "oh" as I stop walking and attempt to wait until he makes his way back to the checkout, as I assume he is doing.
But he's not, and he lets me ahead of him. Maybe he's thinking to himself, "It's fate!" or whatever.
I'm into some romance and all that jazz, but at the Dollar Tree? Eh. I don't wish to get married inside a store, thank you.
I step forward, and I wait a little. I don't think to thank him until thirty seconds after, but I'm also out of the house for the first time since my throat stopped hurting at least somewhat, and I was really hoping to not have to say much that day, because coughing in public kind of has a tendency to freak people out, and I'm a bit of a germaphobe; also, it should kind of be known that I'm grateful. Blah. But also, he didn't have to. It was his choice, and just...well, meh.
Not even a minute after putting my headphones down, he comments, "Those headphones don't work well."
I turn around and reply, "Yeah, they last about two weeks to a month."
He nods, and he's smiling, and then he suggests other headphones. He uses headphones from Radio Shack or Race Trac... I can't remember which it was. They have some sort of silver piece. And they work well. I say it again as a question -- the store name -- to at least pretend I'm of interest, and he smiles and nods.
Approximately thirty seconds later, he says, "I work at the liquidation store down the street... If you stop by, you can try out mine and test them out."
Groveling in my head and beneath my skin, I force a sweet, possibly coy, smile and reply, "Okay." The idea of putting someone else's headphones inside my ear(s), especially those belonging to a non-family member or non-well-trusted friend, is utterly repulsive to me. I just can't do it. It's way too weird.
And then I got checked out by the cashier, who accidentally rang up his frozen pizza/thing, which was probz lunch for him. No big deal; I used to get myself lunch from the Dollar Tree next to the Walmart I worked at on occasion, purely out of convenience.
But I'm pretty sure he hit on me. It was awkward and weird, and eh. School started back up Monday as well, so he had to have been out of school. And when the lady had had to go get someone from the back of the store, he had a dramatic sigh and looked at me, and I faked a weak smile (because what else was expected of me?!).
Yes. I passed this story onto about three people for validation of my assumption of the whole thing, and they all confirmed that he wanted to see me again.
I feel bad that he had to hit on the Aspie in the store who lacks of participating in coitus in her life.
