text: Here we go, well here I go. Breath? Not bad smelling but I’ll grab a piece of gum just in case. Hair? Sticking up a bit but I want the edgy look. Clothes? Maybe I should have worn the button up... No t-shirt and jeans are fine. I push open the driver door, lock my car and cross the vast parking lot to Dillon’s grocery store. Alright, let’s stride in casually...No...Never mind, just tripped over my own two feet...Did she see-Yup. Quick! Redeem the cool! I quickly straighten up; hook my thumbs casually in my pockets and duck into the pet aisle. I scan the shelves; looking for something cool to buy, but wait...She’s coming down the aisle! No, I can’t see her just yet! I duck into the next aisle over and grab the first item on the shelf, not bothering to look at what it is. This is it! I’ve waited for the past two weeks; coming to Dillon’s every day, to ask this girl out! Cradling the item in my arm, I step into the check-out line and there she is: a 5’5” goddess with warm mocha skin, flowing brown curls that bounce at the shoulders and piercing green eyes. Okay, calm down, you got this. I put the item down, staring at only her, I’m second in line. My palms are starting to sweat. “Paper or plastic?” Her voice is a sweet melody. I stutter out “plastic” right when she gives me an odd look. In her hands is a pack of tampons, I give her a nervous smile, fork over the money for them and take the walk of shame to my car, tampons in hand.