Today I had a closet appointment with a pretty regular client. She wanted to have her kids closets done. I was on my was to the appointment when she called to let me know that she was stuck at work and could I please meet with her son. No problem I said, one of the closets is his anyways so that would work out good, or so I thought.
When I arrived at the appointment her son came to the door, I was expecting a teenager, a young kid with pimples and braces. What I got was hands down the hottest guy I had ever seen. Hotter even than movie guys. Hotter than the Ryans, (Reynolds and Gosling) and hotter than the Zachs, (Efron and Quinto). Now as most of you know I have trouble with good looking guys, but with the hottest guy in the world. Well its not good my friends, not good at all.
Now every girl knows that a good rule of thumb with guys is that their personality is an exact match to their looks, as in always judge a book by its cover. So this guy obviously had an amazing personality to go along with his amazing looks, so naturally I fell in love with him in that first instant we met. Some may find that a twenty five or thirty something guy living at home with his mom is a red flag, however I think he really just needs somebody to take care of him, and I COULD BE THAT PERSON!!!!!!
Anyways let me tell you how this played out:
As he led me upstairs to his bedroom, (keep your minds in a clean place, I was at this house to look at his closet), my mind was screaming at me, OMG OMG, ok be cool, dont say anything stupid. Nothing stupid! Seriously Grace be cool. OMG what if I have a booger?? When was the last time I checked for boogers?? When was the last time I looked in the mirror at all?? Man I wish I had lost those twenty pounds. I have changed my mind, skinny does feel better than food tastes. I bet I do have a booger.
"Im Will by the way", I heard him saying.
"Oh Im sorry," I replied, suddenly realizing I hadn't said much past hello at the door, "Im Grace, here to do your closets." Ahhh! Why else would you be here idiot!!
"So this is your closet, huh" genius Grace! ........... Grace and Will..... I like how that sounds.....
Meanwhile Will was saying something about needing a cabinet for his laundry basket. He handed me the basket. "So I just need to be able to put this inside and shut the doors, so a cabinet big enough for that."
I looked down at the laundry basket that I was now holding, and I kid you not, all that was in this laundry basket was several pairs of underwear. His underwear. Wills underwear. Sitting there, in the basket he just handed me. And they weren't gross underwear either, like the kind you would find when you cleaned your brothers room growing up, no they were boxer briefs in nice, bright colors. Just sitting there, all colorful, in my arms. My mind was going crazy Why! Why is there only underwear in this basket?! Why cant there be socks, or shirts, or.... or..... well any other kinds of clothing?!
Suddenly I realized I had been staring at the underwear in this basket for about 30 seconds too long. I jerked my head up to find him looking at me with a very quizzical look on his face. Of course my whole face turned red. And then I started stammering, "Oh... Um.... Yeah... I was just.... um..... taking measurements..... of the basket... to make sure it will, um, fit in the cabinet. That I make....."
I looked back down at the basket, great Grace you are so good at your job that now you can just eyeball measurements!!! I set the basket down and pulled out my tape measure, "I just want to double check with the tape measure," I announced unnecessarily as I measured, "I want to make sure and get it right."
After measuring the basket and his closet we went into his sisters room and measured her closet as well. I made some joke about wedding dresses, because there were three wedding dresses in his sisters closet, I dont know why? He laughed at my joke and when he did I got so exited that I sucked in air too fast, this caused me to swallow funny and then start choking on my own spittle. I couldn't catch my breath and my eyes soon started watering.
At the end of the appointment he did not ask for my number, or a date. He didn't kiss me goodbye. He did give me a funny look, and I checked it wasn't because of a booger.....?
