You were hired at the store where my wife works, and saw me bring her a cup of tea every day at lunch. One day, you remarked, in front of others, Gee, I wish I had a boyfriend like that. I just smiled, a little tongue-tied. As the daily routine went on, I saw, or imagined, you sneaking a glance as I brought my clockwork cups, then looking away. Later, they put you on as a cashier, and I sometimes wound up going through your line. I didn’t attempt to start a conversation, other than saying Hi, but one day you said why are you looking at me that way? I reddened a bit, and asked what you were talking about. Nothing, never mind. As I brought the tea each day, I began to get a little apprehensive, wondering what you would say next, and it wasn’t long before you were waving and saying things like Hi, Hubby, did you bring my tea? , so I started thinking up clever response lines, taking it lightly and enjoying the joking repartee. After several of these exchanges, I said “listen, what do you take in your coffee? I’ll bring you one.” You looked embarrassed, as if I had called your bluff, but told me anyway. Must have thought I was joking, because I let a week go by. Then I brought one in and slipped it behind you at the cash desk, and kept walking. When I left the store, I went by an alternate route, but you spotted me, held the cup aloft, and called out Hubby! You didn’t!
People looked. I did this only the one time, because I thought it had embarrassed you, and I didn’t want to cause trouble. Lots of snickers now, and amused glances, whenever I came in with the wife’s tea. She knew that I had made a friend, and was a little uncomfortable about it, but didn’t raise a fuss . After all, anything more than clever clowning around would be most inappropriate, considering you are old enough to be my granddaughter. But, a year later, actually last night, my wife and I were at a Christmas party that you happened to attend as well. She nudged me and said “Your sweetie is here”. I stood up, reddened again, and you gave me a big hug. Hi, Hubby.
You, maybe with daddy issues. Me, in a late-life crisis? What could go wrong?