The Color Brown

Last year around this time...My son and I went to a UPS store near my house to fax a letter...

There was this outstanding good looking guy working...tall, hot chocolate colored, just handsome standing in all brown attire.

He, in fact, looked a lot like Charles, The Cute Leo, Aka Niko’s dad.

Mr. UPS starts asking me about Niko's age, who was just beginning to walk. I think I answered by saying that Niko’s birthday had just passed or was coming up…I said, 'Luckily for me, he was born just in time not to be a Leo'

Mr. UPS said, 'What's wrong with Leo's?? I'm a Leo...'

I tell him I am allergic to Leos(deciding to leave the word ‘disdain’ out of conversation). I tell him that my dating profile(s) state: 'no Leo's need apply'. I continue by saying, “I think [Leos] are arrogant.”

He’s astounded by my opinion. He says 'Wow...well do you think that about me?'

I say, 'Well...don't know you but I would think that since you are asking me, a total stranger, this question...yes...you are arrogant...'

He turns to his co-workers and says, 'This lady says all Leo's are arrogant...you guys am I arrogant?'

In unison, his co-workers answered, 'Dude...yes!!!"

With that confirmation I felt invincible but confused…here I was feeling drawn to a….ughhh…Leo.

I find out his birthday is a day after Niko's dad. I find this fact mildly comical. Mr. UPS finishes my transaction.

I go home and call up a girlfriend.

From the moment I leave the store til the moment I am on the phone with my friend my feelings for the UPS man have grown and at this juncture I am all IN LOVE with him.

I am in the midst of giving her a blow by blow account of the magic that just transpired at the UPS store, when my phone rings.

I at the caller ID and it's a number I don't know...now normally, I don’t answer unknown numbers(don’t judge me)...

This time I instantly know it's the UPS guy...

I answer the phone and it's him...and he says,”[you]  left the copy of your fax here do you want it or would you like for us to destroy it?”

Inwardly I know this is his excuse to call me…because that’s how Leo’s operate.

I tell him that I would like my copy and he tells me to stop in anytime to pick up the fax. He throws in that he gets off at six but that ‘anyone could help you.’

Inwardly I think him telling me he gets off at six is code for, "I needed a reason to call you. I found one. So come back to the UPS store so we can get married."

 
When I tell my girlfriend, who was still waiting on the other telephone line…when I tell her that the phone call was the UPS Guy…she insists that I am lying.

We giggle like elementary school girls and plan the color scheme of my impending wedding.

Very shortly thereafter I have to get off the phone with her…for I need to plan my picking- up- a- copy- of- a- fax wardrobe…

I spend the next few minutes…okay, about 20 minutes, combing my hair, reapplying eyeliner, slipping on some high heel shoes.

I drive back to the store, and there he is is…in all of his hot chocolate brown glory helping another customer unload a truck…he never even noticed me…

Or my…eyeliner…or high heels…

I hate the color brown.