Stalking Wentworth Miller Part 2 - The SupermarketLast night I went to the supermarket. Not my usual supermarket (which is Newtown New World), but Island Bay New World. I felt like a change of scenery, and also there would be less chances of bumping into someone I knew in IB New World, whilst looking like a fat pog in ugly trackies and a hoodie.
And that of course was my big mistake.
For who did I see, across the soup aisle, but The-Guy-From-The-Bus-Who-Looks-Like-Wentworth-Miller (TGFTBWLLWM). Argh!
TGFTBWLLWM is so damn fine. Fine I tell you! Here I am, schleping along the aisle, handling a tin of Watties Soup For One (could I advertise any louder than I'm single?) trying to get a good perve at him (he had on a very cool Huffa jacket, a funky pair of trainers and extra points TGFTBWLLWW, for the nice bum in jeans!) and the contents of his trolley. I think you can tell quite a bit about a person by the contents of their trolley. I spotted Macs Gold Beer, pumpkin, carrots and tomatoes, pasta and two light bulbs. Hmmm. At least we like the same beer! I followed him around a couple more aisles, but lost him after I skipped the meat section. I then skulked around the magazine aisle, waiting to see which check out he went to, so I could stand behind him and stare some more.
It was then I realised what a nutjob I was turning into. This is not normal behaviour! I whisked the trolley up to the pimply-faced teenage checkout operator, paid for my stuff and then high-tailed it out of there.
And that of course was my big mistake.
For who did I see, across the soup aisle, but The-Guy-From-The-Bus-Who-Looks-Like-Wentworth-Miller (TGFTBWLLWM). Argh!
TGFTBWLLWM is so damn fine. Fine I tell you! Here I am, schleping along the aisle, handling a tin of Watties Soup For One (could I advertise any louder than I'm single?) trying to get a good perve at him (he had on a very cool Huffa jacket, a funky pair of trainers and extra points TGFTBWLLWW, for the nice bum in jeans!) and the contents of his trolley. I think you can tell quite a bit about a person by the contents of their trolley. I spotted Macs Gold Beer, pumpkin, carrots and tomatoes, pasta and two light bulbs. Hmmm. At least we like the same beer! I followed him around a couple more aisles, but lost him after I skipped the meat section. I then skulked around the magazine aisle, waiting to see which check out he went to, so I could stand behind him and stare some more.
It was then I realised what a nutjob I was turning into. This is not normal behaviour! I whisked the trolley up to the pimply-faced teenage checkout operator, paid for my stuff and then high-tailed it out of there.
But at least I know which supermarket he goes too. For future reference only, if I ever, you know, decide to go there again. On a Sunday. Dressed nicer. With my hair done. And make up on.
And just to remind us, of who TGFTBWLLWM looks like...
Mmm. Tasty!
Tart at 12:44 PM |
