Love letter # 569
Someone once told me, “Shopgirls, they never mean it.”
I knew what she was alluding to. Over the counter flirtation is just that. A retail game. Something to oil the machine of the day. “Don’t read anything into it.”
Of course not. But then again…there are days when the check-out flirt makes my day. This perhaps says more about me than I should prudently reveal.
So, what am I to make of your gaze? How did we start with birthday cards and end with Korean cinema, yoga practise and the paradox of actor self/watcher self? How was it that we spoke for twenty minutes, and still I left without buying the card?
But no…it must have been part of the act; even though you did not close the sale. Promise I’ll buy something next time.
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