The Kat House

This morning in the grocery store, there was a guy ahead of me in the checkout line. He kept looking at me and smiling. I just smiled back, because that’s what us Tennesseans do, and then went back to reading the tabloid headlines. Every time I glanced back up, he smiled at me again. He appeared to be Mexican. And he looked somewhat familiar. In fact, the more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. I swear, I think I’ve seen this guy somewhere before!

He got his groceries and went out the door, and then the lady ahead of me did the same. When I finally got out to my car and started loading shopping bags into the trunk, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to take a better look, and there was the guy waving at me from the next row of parking spaces. I smiled and waved, but he didn’t go away. He just waved again. So I walked over, said hello, and introduced myself. That’s when he told me that his name was Nelson. And that’s when it all clicked. This was the same guy who had approached me in the toilet aisle at Lowe’s nearly a year ago! You just don’t forget a Mexican named Nelson.

Now, let’s get something straight. I was not the slightest bit interested in Nelson, but I’m a nice person - or at least I try to be. And I enjoy meeting new people. But after introducing himself this morning, Nelson then asked, “Are you married?” to which I replied, “No, but I have a boyfriend.” So maybe that wasn’t a completely truthful statement, but it wasn’t entirely false either.

Nelson then said, “That’s too bad. You would be good for me.” I just laughed and made small talk, asking him what he does for a living and all that other jazz that you ask people you don’t know. He told me that he lives just pass the “office of mail” and that he doesn’t speak much English. I have no clue what he does for a living, but judging from the very new and very expensive SUV he was driving, he must be in the commercial real estate business, or perhaps he owns a Mexican restaurant chain.

Man, I love Mexican food.

I also love men, but I prefer not to get involved with those who speak a foreign language. It’s already damn near impossible to understand the ones who speak English!