Dear Santa

So … after meeting my parents for breakfast on Saturday,

I proceeded to commence an extended period of heavy duty Christmas shopping with my brother.

All in the quest to find a worthy present for Dad.

6 hours, three malls, two Best Buys, and 1 Circuit City later … task was complete … ugh.

And since I hadn’t taken a shower in the AM in my rush to meet my parents for our impromptu breakfast chat,

I was feeling very yuck.

I’m “at least one shower a day” kinda chica.

Not to mention … my hair was now winning the battle to escape from packdom underneath my baseball cap. I could feel it.

But before heading home to refresh myself and make the switch to girl-mode prior to heading back out, I figured I’d swing by the customer service desk at the mwall I had just finished up in with my Bro and pick up a couple of gift certificates that OBP asked me to get if I was out and about this weekend.

I made the acquisition and started to leave the mall …

Feeling way too many glances in my direction,

Drawing me to conclude I was apparently starting to look like I felt … krap. 🙂

So I commenced “no eye contact” mode, something I used to do all the time when I first started making treks out in girl mode, but rarely have I ever done it in boy-mode …

Regardless, I was going to do just that, as I just did not feel like looking at anyone.

Then out of the blue this guy comes within inches of bumping into me while he’s attempting to merge into the flow of pedestrian traffic as he rounds this advertising stand thing they often stick in the middle of malls … (for the record, his lane change was proper, I was the one walking in the wrong directiooon.)

Wow !! Even in “not making eye contact” mode, I’m like …

Holy krap … is that guy ever hot !!

Intensely focused walking dude …

Tall, slim, definitely athletic, with a goatee and a couple days of beard growth on top that …

Wearing nicely a pair of jeans, stylin’ jacket, wire frame glasses and a St. Louis Cardinal baseball cap …

Whew … he was phreakin’ hot.

And I was immediately thinking dirty monkey thoughts … me with my whole “discrete intimate moments in quasi-public places” fetish … you know where I’m going … empty, darkened mwall, a few security guards walking around … me and hot baseball cap boy playing in Santa’s Workshop …

So not wanting to stare … I quickly registered him in my mind and made my silent request of Santa …

Dear Santa,

Someday when I find the guy with the personality and attitude that I like and decide to keep, please, please, please … put him in a body like that. Please.

Thanks, Aims.

P.S. I still want bigger boobs.

And just as I finished making that request,

It hit me.

Nawwwww …. that can’t be … no, no, no …

For the love of God …

Please tell me no !!!

I turned around and took a closer look at the new top rung on the ladder of hotness …

As he was now about 4 steps past me …

Ahhhhh …. for the love of ….

I just checked out Hottie !!

Yeah, the Hottie.

What the heck is he doing in the mall? There’s football on … he should be watching that … I mean, there’s no doubt, Hottie is gawdawful yummy with a personality to match … but at that particular moment … it kinda felt like I had just accidentally checked out and thought of doing things with my brother … *shiver*

Wait … maybe I’m wrong.

Hottie.

I said once.

Hottie.

I said again.

Hey !! … Maybe it isn’t Hottie.

But then he turned around, looked at me, and though it seemed like at first it didn’t register who I was, he eventually looked beneath my baseball cap and realized it was me … Joe Hairdy.

We exchanged holiday pleasantries and gabbed for a bit …

He was doing his own holiday shopping for his girlfriend-to-be-nicknamed later, though he did tell me one gift he already had acquired … definitely a two thumbs up. She’ll love it ! Well done Hotster !! 🙂

Anyways … we wished each other a Merry Christmas and continued on our respective ways …

With me totally laughing at myself for inadvertantly checking out Hottie.

And feeling a little bit dirty.

Gawd that was weird. 🙂