OK good, I don't feel so guilty for commenting on that other post - everyone else's doing it. =) Cute story, and boy do I sympathize. It IS interesting that no matter how out we are, we can still get into situations that compromise our comfort level. I'll be hanging with ultra-right Baptist relatives in a couple weeks & altho they know, they do NOT approve! So just my luck I'll have some hawt busboy cruising me in front of them.
Last summer I was w/my parents at a redneck lobster shack in the middle of Nowhere, Maine, and we had the cutest swishy blond muscle boy for a waiter. (My parents are way cooler than the Baptists but still!) I found out he works there summers but lives in Lauderdale, frequently visits NY. Dingdingdingding! He was working the gift shop register afterward & finally I had half a second away from the 'rents, grabbed a corner of newspaper, scratched my number on it, & when I left I shook his hand & pressed the paper into his hand. Said to call next time he was here. It felt so cute & furtive, like 1950 or something! =)
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Last summer I was w/my parents at a redneck lobster shack in the middle of Nowhere, Maine, and we had the cutest swishy blond muscle boy for a waiter. (My parents are way cooler than the Baptists but still!) I found out he works there summers but lives in Lauderdale, frequently visits NY. Dingdingdingding! He was working the gift shop register afterward & finally I had half a second away from the 'rents, grabbed a corner of newspaper, scratched my number on it, & when I left I shook his hand & pressed the paper into his hand. Said to call next time he was here. It felt so cute & furtive, like 1950 or something! =)