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Sadly, I think my friends and I are going to have to find another place to deliver our fajitas. I totally think the really cute delivery guy has figured out we enjoy looking at him more than we enjoy the fajitas. LOL!
Orange Croc Guy and my friends husband have long been suspicious of our intentions. They don't seem to understand why we have to "get ready" for our food delivery to arrive and those mean guys actually make fun of us.
Anyway, tonight after placing our dinner order, Rachel and I left the guys sitting on the couch while we changed clothes, brushed our teeth and combed our hair. When we heard the knock at the door Rachel and I tried pushing each other out of the way in our efforts to get to the door first. Behind us, the guys are making gross out sounds. (they're so immature. lol!)
Rachel and I open the door together to find that the hot young delivery guy has basically posed himself against the wall opposite the door. He had one foot off the floor and kicked up against the wall, his thumbs were slid through his belt loops and he had the biggest smile on his face. (OK, I have to admit the pose looked like something out of an old cheesy Tom Cruise movie. You know, from back in his Top Gun and Cocktail days.) I didn't care because I'm pretty sure that big smile meant he was just as happy to see me as I was to see him. Afterall, it had been at least 6 six days since the last time we ordered fajitas. (Don't judge us! He's really cute!) LOL!
I stop looking at the cute delivery guy's smile long enough to notice that his pretty, dark curly hair has now been shaved. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out..."You cut your hair!" Well, all cute delivery guy has a chance to say is, "yeah, I did..." before I hear Orange Croc Guy behind me, saying in a very high girly voice, "Oh, he's so dreamy. I love him." Then Rachel's husband joins in with his own girly voice and says, " How does my hair look? Do you think he'll notice that I combed it?"
Rachel and I knew that we needed to try and save what little dignity we had left so it was time to stop flirting with the cute delivery guy, get our food and murder the real men in our lives. (Just kidding---we didn't really stop flirting---oh, I mean, we didn't murder anyone.) They might be a little bruised, but I'm her alibi and she's mine so we're good to go. LOL!
Anyway, we've decided that we need to hold off on ordering fajitas for awhile. This way (Hopefully) the cute delivery guy will have time to forget about how rude our guys were. It will also give his pretty hair a chance to grow back.
Now, while we're waiting for a respectable amount of time to pass, we'll be going to the restaurant for our fajitas. Hopefully, we'll spot the cute delivery guy there. LOL!