I have a blog about restaurants, and I work in one, so it's pretty obvious that I love them. On my days off, I frequent them as much as possible. My favorite indulgence is going out to lunch. Usually I take my son and try to eat with one hand while the other hand attempts to prevent him from destroying the place. But, if someone is watching my boy and no one else is available, I'll happily dine solo. 

Yesterday I grabbed my trusty Kindle and headed to the best Mexican restaurant in town. The place wasn't very busy, and the host took me back to a table next to a group of 7 or 8 people. It wasn't the quietest place in the restaurant to get lost in a good book, but I sit where the host tells me to. You should too.

I proceeded to order all of the food. Have you ever been so focused on eating that you are almost in a trance? That was me yesterday. Remember, this is the best Mexican restaurant in town. I was literally using a nacho to scrape up every last piece of cheese on my plate when a man from the table next to me approached and asked if he could sit with me. 

Security camera footage from the restaurant of me eating a burrito. 

He said he thought we'd met before, and in retrospect I realize that may have just been a line. But I live in a very small town, and everyone looks like someone I may have met before. What followed was about 20 minutes of conversation and the slow realization that I was being hit on. 

Now, I'm a happily married woman. I'm a mom. It's been too long since I'd experienced something like this, and I have to admit, IT WAS FREAKING FANTASTIC. He was cute! He was charming! I was wearing a t-shirt, with no makeup on, and was consuming a 2,000-calorie meal. And yet there he was. It was an ego boost, sure, and it was more than that, too. As you get older, certain feelings and situations just fall away. Sometimes you think they're gone from your life forever. And when they come back? That small corner of your brain lights up again, and the excitement returns. It's electric. You appreciate it more. 

When he asked for my number, I told him I was married. But I thanked him for the conversation and told him I really enjoyed it. He went back to his table, and I tried to look cool as I paid my check. With one last glance over my shoulder, I headed for the door. 

And then, I walked into it. 

                                              Yes, this. 

Call it yin and yang, call it karma, call it whatever. I was riding high on a great interaction that made me feel good about myself, and the universe had to cut me off right then and there. The universe said, "Watch this, she's going to try to walk through a locked door." Why do businesses with double doors only ever seem to unlock ONE of them? I assume they want people to easily enter their establishment so that they can give them money. TAKE THE EXTRA TEN SECONDS AND UNLOCK BOTH DOORS. It's about service, people.

                                             UNLOCK BOTH OF THEM YOU JACKOFFS

Did anyone see me? Did he? Who knows. I was outta there.  At work, I'm usually the one observing the romantic interaction. I'm the one quietly chuckling when a guest makes a fool of themself. But yesterday? I provided the entertainment. My server could barely hold in his smirk when he asked if me and the other man needed anything else. I'm sure he also had a laugh when I slammed into the glass door.

Usually my lunches are peaceful affairs. But yesterday was exciting and embarrassing and really very fun.  

When I got to my car, and sat still before turning the keys, I realized that my heart was racing. 

Like I said, best restaurant in town. I'll be back.