I'm ready for my fairy tale now Mr Demille

Last night I watched Career Opportunities, with Frank Whaley (chorus: I loooooove Frank Whaley!). I already blogged about that, so I won't go into it much except for one thing.

There was this dancing scene.

It was such a sweet and tender dancing scene that I really did have to turn away from it because the internal Awww was threatening to grow it's own body and eat me whole. So I turned away...each of the four times I rewound the scene.

I think it may just take first place of any "awww" scene of any movie I have ever watched, and I couldn't figure out why until today.

Today at work I did ladder laps. Ladder laps are when you climb up to the over stock and then back down. Many many times in a row. In the middle of one ladder lap (when I was standing at the top of the ladder, my arms full of books), I noticed a guy who looked a little lost. So I called down to him and asked if he needed help.

He proceeded to follow me around the store for 45 minutes. Not in a gross "Yew gotsa purdy mouf" way at all, but he sort of paused whenever I'd try to get away and help another customer. When I'd finish helping whoever I helped to get away from him, he'd pick up exactly where he left off until finally I had to hide in the back.

He wasn't horrible or even very annoying, I was just getting the distinct impression that he was trying to impress me and not taking the hint that I was trying to work and therefore was not in the mood to be impressed. I couldn't figure out why he would keep trying to talk to me for so long when I was not even trying to be subtle about being too busy to talk to him. It didn't make any sense until I was telling my Mom and one of her friends about it. After I concluded my tale with "And so I hid in the back," she asked me "So did he eventually get around to asking you out or what?"

*blink blink* OH! Wait. What??

Yeah, apparently I'm a girl. Okay duh. I am very obviously female. Even I know that I am female (made only more obvious during those days of the month where if I do not consume mass quantities of chocolate I turn into Erin Hyde) but for some reason being a Girl is always news to me.

I could go off onto a lame tangent about how I was never seen as a girl, only as one of the guys blah blah blah, but I won't. The truth is, that while I have had several crushes in my life, when it came right down to it, it was just never the right time. I was always in the middle of something else: school, theater, vacation, and have always just been far too independent for my own good. I suppose if I really wanted to start something I could have at any number of opportunities, but I just never really wanted to. Plus I have never really thought of myself as the girlfriendy type. I always figured myself for that loner/traveller type who never really settles down, no matter how many times she sighed at her picket fence daydreams while she was growing up.

That being said, Maybe I'm ready for my fairy tale now. I mean it wouldn't be so terrible to meet someone my own age. Somebody doing that mid-late 20s "Oh my God I'm Not A Kid Anymore. What the hell happened??" thing. Somebody who has plans for the future and is working to get there. Somebody who has been out in the world for a while and knows how hard it is to make that transition.

Or maybe I should watch more action flicks.