On my way home from Houston Project tonight, I stopped at Arby's to pick up dinner for me and the husband.
I do love me a regular Roast Beef (add cheddar) with curly fries.
As I began to drive away from the window, the drive-thru boy hollered out "Goodnight, baby, I love you!!".
And then, I told him that I loved him too.
I did. I said it.
I said, "Goodnight, I love you too."
And I do love him.
I love him because he gave me a roast beef with cheddar and curly fries.
And most of all, I love him because he still hit on me with no make-up, tired eyes, an unflattering t-shirt and hair that looks like I've been sweating for 6 hours. I don't know if it was the fact that I yawned about 4 times while waiting at the window or the fact that I said "you're so awesome" when he handed me the food.... but I'm pretty sure we made a love connection.
His name was Reginald.