All during the day today, I kept seeing a distracting, very thin line in my left lens that looked as if, perhaps, I had an eyelash across my eye.
In the evening, on my way to Jen's, I stopped back into LensCrafters and explained the situation to the—very attractive, I might add—young lady working at that time.
"Oh, I see it," she said excitedly as she held them up to the light.
While she took care of it, she asked, "Do you remember who helped you last night?"
I thought for a moment...
And then I replied, "I don't know his name, but he was a very handsome guy with thick black hair. And in fact, the entire time he was fitting me, I was thinking, 'I just want to stick my tongue in your mouth.'"
She got a big laugh out of that, and I added, "I'm sorry; that was probably very inappropriate. But, do you know who I'm talking about?"
"Oh yes," she said, "I know exactly who you're talking about."
Who knew we had the same taste in men.