I saw him eyeing me up as I stood in the band aid aisle of the drug store. I don't usually pay much attention to men who do that unless they get too close, then I give them the stink eye and ask them if I can help them.
But he was different. He had beautiful eyes; almond shaped and bright blue. It was those that caught my attention.
I saw him looking at me, and I smiled at him. He blushed slightly and looked away but looked up a couple of seconds later and met my gaze.
"Hullo" I said "How are you?"
He shuffled his feet and put his hands in his pockets. "I like your hair. It's purple" he said.
"Uh huh, it sure is. I'm glad you like it...."
"You...yo...you'reverypretty" he stammered.
"Aww, thank you! That's a very nice thing to say!"
He looked away again and shuffled his feet some more. After a brief pause he asked if he could have a hug. I said of course he could, and opened my arms to recieve him. He laid his head on my shoulder and when he lifted it up again he smiled at me.
"Thank you," I said "that was lovely. You're a very good hugger!"
" I get lots of hugs when I run at the Olympics. I run and I jump and I have medals that they gave me! I'm a purty good runner..."
"...Me too!" I said. "I'm not as good as you, probably, and I haven't won any medals, but I try all the same."
"They say that's what counts, that you try. 'May I be valiant in the...in the...in the attempt" he said proudly.
"That's right! That's what really matters, that you try. I have to go now....but it was very nice meeting you and thank you very much for the hug!"
"You're welcome" he said, waving at me as he wandered down the aisle.
It never ceases to amaze me that one single, solitary chromosone can make such a huge difference.....