I sat there, just a little nervous. What in the nine hells was this guy thinking? Just randomly walk up to someone and offer to hang out? Just a little weird in my book.

“So,” he said, “I don’t see any groceries melting out here in the back of your truck. Why are you here?” He looked at me with his heart stopping smile.

“Well, I came to get a new pair of flip flops and a new bathing suit. Mine had an accident at the river last weekend.” I blushed.

“Your suit had an accident at the river? How does one’s suit have an accident?” Again the smile.

I looked away still a soft shade of pink, “Well, when one is floating down the river in an open bottomed inner tube and the water gets a little shallow and the rocks are a little rough…One tends to wear the ass out of her suit…therefore getting a hole and mooning everyone on the way out of the river.” I was scarlet by the time I finished. Why in the world was I telling this to some random guy I met in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart?

“Really now?” He was suppressing a laugh, I could tell. “So, did you find what you were looking for?”

“Not really, I was getting fed up with their selection and was just considering cutoffs and my bikini top for the next outing. The boys would get a kick out of that.” I smiled back.

“So, you have a boyfriend?” He asked, and I was thinking, boy does he have balls.

“Actually, no. I have a group of friends I hang with every other weekend. We go to the river, and hangout, be lazy, enjoy the sun. You know…that kind of stuff. I usually get the truck dirty playing in the mud and work my hiney off trying to get it all clean for work on Monday.”

He looked at me, and there was something in his eyes. I couldn’t quite place it. “Wow, tubing and mudding. Interesting.”

My cell phone rang, and I answered, not even looking at the caller id. “Hello. Yes it is. Well, then why have I been sitting here, if you’re just going to take the info over the phone. Yes. It’s a 1987 Chevy Truck. Blue and Grey two tone. Yes a 6 inch scratch along the back bumper. No, no dents. Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank you, goodbye.” I jumped up off the tailgate, and stomped around, spitting every cuss word I could think of, out of my mouth. “Great I spent two hours here, and missed the river trip. Damnit!”

Josh watched this, and just sat there on the tailgate of the truck. “You know, we could always hang out, if you wanted.”

I stopped my tirade and just gawked at him.

(more to come)