There's this cute front desk girl by the name of Michelle that I have fun, flirty conversations with every time we work together. She's always dressed in all black (as all hosts do), and disliking the job, she always has a dour look on her face. That's why it was a surprise to me yesterday when I worked a lunch shift and saw her come in with her family, dressed in casual wear with an exuberant, radiant vibe about her. When she passed by me, I told her, "Wow, someone's in a good mood today!" She smiled and laughed. There was definitely something about her that day. Seeing her in the context of different clothes and without the stresses of work made her even more attractive. I'd walk by the table and she'd wave and say hi to me. There was one point where she was walking to the bathroom. I grabbed her hands when she walked by, raised them up, and told her, "Damn girl, you are really lookin' good today." My coworker asked me who that was, and I explained it was Michelle. "Yeah," Bernadette said, "she must have hair extensions, but you're right, she looks really good." Michelle and I continued the winking and smiling game throughout her family's whole stay.
When they were about to leave, I decided, "Well damn, I better pounce on this one." Michelle was waiting outside the bathroom, so I motioned for her to come over. As she approached, her family left the bathroom and tailed her. Not wanting to ask her out in front of her family and expecting to see her within the next couple nights, I just said, "Oh, don't worry, I'll tell you later." The family looked a little confused, but they had followed our flirting all day and cooed, "Oooh, he's gonna tell you later!"
It was around 3pm at that point, and the restaurant was dead, so I was walking around the building. I got to the lobby and noticed they hadn't left yet. The family was at the bakery counter getting some desserts to take home, and Michelle was sitting on a bench by herself, texting something on her cell. I thought, "Perfect!" and saddled up right next to her. I said, "Man, I'm glad I finally get you alone so I can tell you what I've been meaning to say." Just then, her sister came over. I asked her for a couple minutes I could have with her sister alone, but they explained that, as twins, they do everything together. I didn't remember Michelle telling me she had a twin, but I was a man on a mission. "That's fine, I've got no shame with you hearing this. (turn to Michelle) I think you look absolutely gorgeous and I would love to take you out some time."
The sister crossed her arms and said, "Uhh, how old are you?" In the back of my mind, I'm thinking, "Michelle's 18, why is this girl getting on my case?" I actually had to think about it for a second because it was my birthday just last week. "Uhh, I'm 26." She laughed and said, "Yeah, that's not gonna happen. My sister's 17." ??? ??????? ?? ? What the hell was going on? Suddenly the dawning reality started setting in. The hair extensions. The make-up. The attitude. The twin sister. And even the voice. I hadn't even given it two thoughts. I turned and looked at the girl sitting next to me, and she didn't look like Michelle anymore. I felt my face turn about four shades of red. I could only mutter, "...uhh, what's your name?" Anne-Marie. I'd never felt so awkward, but somehow my flight-or-flight instinct had unearthed that they were visiting the Bay Area from a small town outside of Reno called Lucas. The mom had finished getting desserts and made her away over to us by that point. I put my hands on my thighs and took my leave with, "Well, I think I've embarrassed myself enough here. I'm gonna go." The mom, hands on her hips, sternly said, "Yeah."
I just walked around the restaurant in near-hysterics with my mouth agape. I told Bernadette right away, who I had told of my scheme to ask "Michelle" out. "That..girl...was...not...Michelle." She cracked up and couldn't stop laughing. I went and told Sean, the guy who had waited on them. "Yeah, I could have told you it wasn't her. Jesus, that's hilarious."
It was just some small-town girl who fell right into the role of the cute, quiet little front desk girl with a body type and facial features to match who flirted back with me. I still can't get over some of the things I said and did to her, especially when I grabbed her hands and told her how good I thought she looked. I'm still in a slight state of shock.
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