i went to the smoke shop today and decided to play a game: i’d flirt with the cashier. i never buy anything, but my friends do, so its a perfect time to talk to him. i compliment his eyebrows and he doesn’t really acknowledge me. but he gives me a pokemon card and i think this is his way of telling me he appreciates me, that he enjoys our little encounters. he has a long face and a hooked nose and long, brown skater boy hair that’s a little unkempt but it adds to the charm.
according to google, cuffing season starts in october and ends in february. however, i’d make the argument that cuffing season truly begins in march — october-february is only the preseason practice for the spring, which is insanely horny. something about warmer weather gets people riled up, ready and looking for a good time… or two!
a new guy walks into the store and we leave the cashier to his job. i tell my friend that my attempt at flirting failed, but, we’re going to the salvation army so it doesn’t really matter. the roads are wet and a middle aged mother smokes a cigarette on her porch somewhere near the southern part of commerce.
at the salvation army theres this couple in the changing rooms as i walk by, a stupid grin on the guys face and a look of shame mixed with excitement on the woman’s face. later on, two younger boys— maybe 15 and 16ish— are thrifting together, very obviously on a date. we’re in the same section sifting through graphic tee-shirts, and the shorter one is flirting ferociously with the taller one, who just kinda blushes, all flustered. i know the feeling. the shorter one is practically breathing down his neck (they’re only an inch or two apart). the taller one giggles occasionally.
i find it really hard to stomach being in the splash zone — but i’m already sick, so that might be why. i alert my friend that i’m feeling sick and after this i’ll drop her off and go home; on the drive home, i blast robyn’s “dancing on my own.” cuffing season has begun.