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Shopping for the silly

I'm pretty sure this time last year, I was wearing long underwear. Either I've toughened up or Chicago gave me a little bit of California today.
I'm pretty sure this time last year, I was wearing long underwear. Either I've toughened up or Chicago gave me a little bit of California today.
He’d had way too much coffee; he admitted that much. So as he hugged me, kind of swaying to his own internal beat, I grabbed his hand as if we were dancing. “What is this? Are we doing this?” I asked, grinning.

He twirled me in the frozen food section. A cart-pushing lady nearby laughed: “Dancing in Whole Foods?” He and I both cracked up, hugging each other.

Lunch at Whole Foods may not be anyone’s idea of the best date in the world, but when you’re overlooking the Chicago River in 70-degree weather in late October, and the goofy guy who stole your heart wants to dance with you regardless of who’s watching, it’s a pretty awesome date.

Published in My Life in Boystown