hello, I love you won't you tell me your name
2003-12-03 - 6:59 p.m.

My mom tells a story of me when I was little absolutely loving to shop. I put my oversized hat on, grabbed my matching purse and proclaimed “We’re good shoppers, Grandma”. That was when I was six; I grew out of that stage kind of quickly. Now I like shopping when I have money and don’t already have an idea of something that probably doesn’t exist in the real world but it looks perfect in my head. I do that a lot with shoes and haircuts. Today I had money and only slightly an idea of what I wanted to buy, but it was okay because the things ended up really existing.

Shopping trips are always good when your surroundings are pleasing to look at, and I was pleased to be where I was at the right time. I was fairly tempted to stop and buy a calendar even though I already have a calendar and everyone I was shopping for has a calendar, so we just kept on going. And now I choose to be semi-confident instead of sorry for myself and say that he was looking at me and not the machines. I wanted to smile but I got embarrassed or something and had to look away, but I could’ve looked that way for quite a while…on a few occasions.

We went into one store and were surprisingly greeted by a sales guy holding a pink coat proclaiming his love for it and then skipped around following us. He made me touch the coat even though I thought it was really ugly. When I say he skipped, I mean the boy skipped. He was super friendly but wouldn’t get out of my face when I wanted to look around, he even told us his address. Its just a good thing my dad wasn’t there because I think the skipping would be ceased – quickly and permanently.