This thread has been staring at me ever since I got back on here a few months ago. Gotta get this one off my chest!!
At age 15, I was a busboy at a popular restaurant in my town. And the owners knew how to hire their servers. A good portion of them were bubbly, friendly, good looking colleged aged women. We had our regular servers however, due to the industry, there was a lot of turn over and/or servers working only parts of the year when they were, in fact, home from college. So I bacame familiar in the art of working with these young older ladies. Seeing a good looking new server come through that door was no big deal. And due to working directly with them, I would be "forced" to talk to them on a regular basis. And, as it happens, there were a small few that became overly friendly... Were they flirting, were they just being extra nice? A young P&V didn't have all the answers....
Anyway, one day I needed a ride home, and it happened to be when this very friendly and very good looking waitress was working. We had a good little rapport going. I was a solid worker, and she appreciated it. Would always tip me out well. However, I was 15 and these women were all in the 18+ range so we had not talked or hung out outside of work. But a dashing and daring young P&V came up with an idea to change that. It just popped into my head: why don't I ask her for a ride home. And so I did. And she hesitated for just a second....then smiled and said "Okay".
Fast forward, it was a dark winter's night, small talk on the 10 minute ride home. Then I point to my house (parent's house) and she pulls up across the street then shuts the car off. So, I unbuckled my seatbelt, turned to her.
Me: Thanks for the ride.
She turns, pauses, looks directly into my eyes
Her: My pleasure. I never have a problem looking into those beautiful brown eyes.
Me: Welp, thanks for the ride!
I get out of the car, close the door, and shuffle up to my parent's house without looking back.
Taking this one to my grave.