I often saw the perfect man for me at the supermarket when I did my shopping, his shopping time always seemed to coincide with mine, I did notice he always only had a basket, I had a trolley.
I would start on one end of the supermarket then go up and down all the isles so as not to forget anything. The PM (perfect man) would be going in the opposite direction, so for the length of the isle we would be facing each other. He was
always beautifully dressed in his office clothes, shoes always clean and shiny, shirt always perfectly ironed. His dark hair was always immaculate, he was just everything a girl would want as far as looks went, every time I caught his eye he would have a shadow of a smile on his face, once he was passed me in an isle I would look back, only to see that he too was looking back at me, this happened every week for weeks on end.
One day during one of my shopping trips I stopped in the wine section to get some wine for a supper I was hosting. I was checking what there was on the shelves and busy making a selecting, I look up and PM was standing next to me looking at red wine, he looked up from the bottle he had in his hand and he smiles a lazy smile at me, and says 'hello'. OMG!!! he has an amazing voice too, how perfect can one man be? I smile and say 'hello' he says, 'you look like a woman who knows wine, would you please help me select a wine for a supper I am hosting.' I smile and say; 'I'm not sure I know wine, I do know a little, I will be happy to help you'. He says he is busy planning a supper for a woman and that he is looking for a wine for this occasion, but he doesn't know what she likes. I look at him and think:
1. If you think I am going to help you impress another woman you are mistaken.
2. If you don't know what she likes how the hell would I know?
I Look him straight in the eye, smile and say 'what are you cooking?" He says 'he is not sure yet, but can I give him suggestions on what a woman may like, and which wine he should get to go with it?'
Shit!! I want to talk to him, in fact I could rip his clothes off and shag him right there! but I really don't want to help him impress another woman, but what is a girl suppose to do? I ask him what he likes to eat and drink; he is no different than most men, beer and steak. So I help him select a good red wine, he puts 2x bottles in his basket; we continue talking about a menu; we discuss him making fillet steak for his supper. We walk together, I help him with the various side dishes and then finally when we reach the butchery I select 2 pieces of fillet steak for him. He says 'thank you so much for all your help, it was lovely to meet you, see you next week.'