A class of ones own

I've got a beef stroganoff bubbling away so it's a quick blog this evening! (and just incase you were wondering about my slow-roasted pork from a previous post; it was amaaaazing)

I picked up a few things from Lidl today and whilst I was at the counter I clocked the cute guy I'd been checking out for a few weeks. I suddenly felt the urge to flirt, which I haven't done in years since my confidence slipped away and died a premature death. I found myself discreetly searching his hand for a wedding ring. When it was my turn he smiled at me (cute. Very cute) and scanned my bits (not in that way). After I'd paid he smiled again and wished me a nice weekend. "You too" I managed to squeek. And that was that. Damn my stupid lack of confidence!! Needless to say I'll be shopping for everything in Lidl from now on until I feel confident enough to make a move! Though quite what that move will be is beyond me. It's easier for dogs and children; all dogs do is sniff each others butts and that's that, mate for life. All kids do is punch each other on the arm and impress each other with how far they can spit. Somehow I don't think he'd appreciate me sniffing his ass and I definitely foresee a ban from Lidl if I gob on their floor.

Maybe if I just take the plunge and start dating again I'll think differently and get some confidence back. For all I know this could be pointless, my Lidl man could very well be a divorcee with 5 kids, no money, no ambition, no car and a complete emotional fuck-up.

Maybe I should stick to shopping in Tesco.....?