BF #2 - The Grenade (and not the Bruno Mars song kind of grenade - the actual grenade)

Technically, he was not my second boyfriend. BF # 3 was but since he was a holdover from a previous experiment, he didn’t really qualify as second.  BF#2 came in second because BF#4 dropped the ball and on the rebound of not finding myself with just one love interest (and a developing one at that), I went shopping for someone else.  (It will all make sense later.)

I’d decided to try somewhere different that day.  My cozy/safe places were the coffee shop and the bookstore but I was feeling very cute and confident and it was pretty outside and I needed clothes, so I settled on seeing what I could find at the mall.  It was a stretch for me – the last time I’d been to the mall was when my mother had come up for vacation two years previously.  I hated it mostly because I didn’t care to shop for clothes and secondly, it was a haven for children in their last stages before adulthood.

Fortunately, before I could come to my senses and abort my plan, I had to get gas.  The gas station can always be a quick check to see if you’re as sexy as you think you are.  Sure enough, as I got out of the car, a guy in beat up Honda was coming back to his car from paying inside.  Paying inside meant he only had cash and his beat up Honda said to me that he didn’t have much of that but he was built like a basketball star and I like them tall.  He was probably married with 5 kids but I just needed to know if my game face was on.  It was.  He locked eyes with me and got into his car and drove slowly by.  I smiled to myself.

Next up, a not so “family” van pulled up next to me and a guy jumped out to pump his gas.  By that time, my confidence was at full capacity and I got in the car to go bring the rain at the mall. 

But something caught my eye.  A “Delta” badge on the guys overalls he was wearing and I went into stalker mode.  I’m a Delta junkie, or any airline for that matter.  I like to travel and I’ve used the precious and rare “Buddy Passes” in the past and they are highly coveted since I don’t actually have any family that works for an airline.  He literally tripped over his overalls (which he was removing, since he’d just gotten off work) trying to catch me before I drove off.  I wasn’t gonna drive off…