I shook his outstretched hand and told him my name. Then, I went to the counter for the routine rigmarole. After I was handed my purple card to direct me to my section, I noticed my new friend was at the counter next to me. As I passed him, I smiled and said, “My afternoon espresso didn’t block me from donating tonight,” referring to our earlier conversation. I walked to my section and got situated for the next 40 minutes of my life.
I noticed Handsome was later seated in the section to my left, but he didn’t see me through the row of machines. Since I would be finished with my donation before him, I would have to initiate a second conversation if there was to be one. However, from past experiences, I’ve always found letting men make the first move has been what works for me.
Once finished with my donation, my arm was properly wrapped up and I grabbed my blanket and bag. I started walking away from my lounge chair and then heard the phlebotomist say my name. I had forgotten to pick up my card to return to the front desk. I went back and on my second walk out, made eye contact with Cutie. I said, “No fainting this time,” as I had told him the story of my last visit. He smiled, but I could see he had ear buds in. I left the center and smiled. It was nice to meet someone and enjoy an hour’s worth of interesting conversation. I wonder if he saw my work logo on the jacket I was wearing. I know where he works out, but since I gave up stalking around 2012, I will have to leave it to fate if we run into each other again. The southside of Indy isn’t that populated, right?