My roommate was going to his party as Hugh Hefner. He claimed he needed “a girl’s touch” to complete his costume. I already had mine figured out so together we headed to Nordstrom in hopes of procuring the perfect “Hef” robe.
Men’s robes were placed right in front of the Chanel counter on the lower level. Chanel girl caught my roommates eye immediately.
“But how to I go up to a girl behind a makeup counter and not look obvious and desperately hopeless? Especially when she just saw me with you?”
“You tell her “your sister” needs the perfect lip liner to go with this lipstick.” I pulled a lipstick from my purse and off he went to conquer Chanel girl.
It took a $24 lip liner ($24!) but he got her number, he was on cloud nine.
“Is there anything I can do for you? That was brilliant.”
“Do you need anything from RadioShack? There’s this one guy that works up there and I’d really like to know his name.”
“I could use new batteries for the remote. Let’s go.”
As soon as we turned into RadioShack my stomach dropped, he would be the one helping us. I hadn’t had a crush like this, well, ever. I called a friend on my cell phone so as to avoid any eye contact with hunky RadioShack boy, I was that nervous. But before I headed off to hide behind the headphone display like the giggly school girl I was, I noticed his name tag dangling from his lanyard.