How un-cool am I?

Well, having banged on this morning about my 'state of hermit,' necessity dictated that I make a hasty forray into town almost as soon as my fingers had left the keyboard!

Nothing more exciting than a bottle of milk, some chocolate and a kitchen bin who's lid decided to fly accross the kitchen of it's own free will and had landed in a far from operational state, on the opposite side of the room.

So off I trundled for the 15 mile drive, a little miffed at having my final days holiday disrupted. Through lack of choice rather than preference I was forced into Argos, those of you in the UK will understand my lack of excitement at this prospect but things were about to change. This was to be no ordinary trip to Argos.

Whilst I stood waiting in the inevitable queue the guy in front of me struck up a conversation, friendly (and yes I know I can also talk the hind legs off a donkey) soul that I am I chatted back, well it relieves the boredom I thought.

As this conversation with 'Mr. Anonymous' continued it suddenly struck me with some degree of panic/amusement/amazement that he was not merely 'chatting'...... he was chatting me up! I'm sorry, I know I should have noticed sooner but I wasn't quite 'with it', remember I am a hermit, I was only on temporary release and I don't latch onto the minutia of social interraction too early in the day! But good God, to be fair to myself one doesn't expect it in Argos does one?

Bear in mind here I was in clad in the least elegant of items, old track pants, old fleece (yes it's cold in Scotland) and my best 'just out of bed' hair style was very sadly evident.

Whilst I stood, suddenly feeling somewhat uncomfortable about my state of appearance, 'Mr Anon' was eventually served and went on his way. Relief?....it was short lived!

My turn at the front of the queue came and went and as I turned to leave he re-appeared and struck up a further conversation. Way too polite to flee the scene I stood talking for a minute and then made my excuse to depart. It was at this point things really became surprising....here, in Argos of all places, bed head, old fleece and all, the guy asked me out! Yes, that's what I said the guy asked me out, you didn't mis-hear. I was caught completley off guard, any pretence at the 'Ms.I'm a grown up and I cool with this stuff',act deserted me and I mumbled some pathetic excuse, gathered up my purchases and beat a hasty retreat!

Just how un-cool am I eh??....but hell, this was 11 o'clock in the morning....in Argos.... in the middle of nowhere,come on, give a girl a fighting chance at least! ;o)