Flirting with the Wine Store Guy

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in the cramped aisle, I looked into those eyes and felt a little spark. “This guy may be a bit unusual looking, but he really knows how to rock it,” I thought to myself.Mike’s concentration on me and my needs was also starting to get my attention. It’s a perfectly mundane thing to ask in a wine store, but standing in his focused gaze, it seemed somehow more intimate to ask him for a case of Fre Cabernet Sauvignon. After checking his handheld computer Mike told me they only had five bottles on hand. Instead, he suggested a different brand.“I think you’ll like the Be Well, maybe even better than the other, and we’ve got a case of that in stock,” he told me.I was impressed that not only was offering useful information but that he actually knew something about the non-alcoholic wines.By this time James had wandered off to look at something else and I was left alone with Mike to search the storage area above the display bottles to see if we could find the promised case. James was oblivious to the sparks that were arcing between me and Mike, but he wouldn’t have minded if he had known. We are not possessive with each other, and although we only see other people together, a public flirtation is of no particular concern. James might have even enjoyed it if he had realized it was taking place.Of course, Mike didn’t know this, and although he was behaving in an entirely professional and respectable way, the chemistry between us was quite palpable. I couldn’t help but wonder if part of the fun for him was indulging in this harmless flirtation with my husband standing just a few feet away, although he was so honed in on me, that I think he was largely oblivious to James.At last, Mike located the box we’ve been looking for and carried it down from the ladder to place it in my cart.“Because you are buying an entire case, you’ll get a discount at the register,” he reminded me, looking deeply into my eyes. He was tall and seemed to like that because I am too he could look r

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ight into my face. My stomach did a little backflip as if he’s said something very personal meant only for me.“Thank you for all of your help,” I said, gushing just a little bit more than is strictly necessary for a man who was doing exactly what his job description entails. “We really appreciate it.”Mike was standing at the far end of the shopping cart and I was at the front, getting ready to wheel my selection to the registers. If not for the cart between us, I might have been magnetically pulled into his arms. Our eyes continued to lock for just a moment more and I felt like I was simultaneously being adored and respected as I basked in his gaze. For just a moment, there are no other customers around us. We are alone in this sliver of shared attraction and connection.“Thanks again,” I said as I finally turned away and called to James that we were ready to check out. It was an unnecessary redundancy since I had already thanked Mike just a moment ago, but maybe he realized that this time it wasn’t just for the help and the wine, but also for the erotic buzz that was now rippling through my entire body. I hope he was pleased with himself for a job well done.I don’t know that I’ve ever had that kind of electric flirtation with a stranger in a public place before. No suggestive words were spoken and nothing out of the ordinary was done — at least not in any overt way. Only Mike’s eyes spoke of the desire that was burning there. Despite the unusual hair, I was drawn to how deeply alive he was, how primal. It ignited a fire in me as well to want to go to that primal place with him — and we did, if only for a fraction of a second.“Never judge a book by its cover,” I thought to myself as we made our way back to the car with our case of de-alcoholized wine. If James’s brother hadn’t been with us, I would have told him about my little peccadillo in the wine store but that’s not the sort of thing that most other people would understand or approve of, so I kept quiet, smiling to myself as we drove away.</article></body>

Never judge a book by it’s cover

James and I have cut way back lately on how much alcohol we drink. We’d gotten into a bit of a pandemic rut for a while there and finally decided it was time to be more responsible with our health. One of the ways that we are doing that is we started drinking de-alcoholized wine during the week. It doesn’t taste quite as good as the real stuff, but you do still get to have something wine-like in a nice glass, and so it checks a lot of the boxes that we’d gotten into by habit. So far it’s worked out really well for us, but our local grocery store doesn’t always have it on hand, so the other day James, his brother, and I decided to head to a big box wine store to pick up a case.

As we were looking for a parking spot we noticed a guy with the wine store logo on his shirt heading into the building. He really stood out because he had a ZZ Top beard and a head that was shaved on the sides but with long hair pulled into a ponytail in the back. It was a look that really stood out, and not in an overtly appealing way. James said something like, “Wow, that’s quite a look he’s got going on,” as we pulled into a parking spot.

Once inside we wandered around for a while and finally asked someone where the alcohol-free wine was. He pointed us in the right general direction, but we just weren’t finding it. The next thing we know, there was Mr. ZZ Top asking if he can help. His name badge said his name was Mike. Up close, Mike didn’t look quite so weird. In fact, he had a pleasant, open demeanor, and really beautiful, kind eyes that shone with the intensity of someone who really lives life. Standing just a few inches from him in the cramped aisle, I looked into those eyes and felt a little spark. “This guy may be a bit unusual looking, but he really knows how to rock it,” I thought to myself.

Mike’s concentration on me and my needs was also starting to get my attention. It’s a perfectly mundane thing to ask in a wine store, but standing in his focused gaze, it seemed somehow more intimate to ask him for a case of Fre Cabernet Sauvignon. After checking his handheld computer Mike told me they only had five bottles on hand. Instead, he suggested a different brand.

“I think you’ll like the Be Well, maybe even better than the other, and we’ve got a case of that in stock,” he told me.

I was impressed that not only was offering useful information but that he actually knew something about the non-alcoholic wines.

By this time James had wandered off to look at something else and I was left alone with Mike to search the storage area above the display bottles to see if we could find the promised case. James was oblivious to the sparks that were arcing between me and Mike, but he wouldn’t have minded if he had known. We are not possessive with each other, and although we only see other people together, a public flirtation is of no particular concern. James might have even enjoyed it if he had realized it was taking place.

Of course, Mike didn’t know this, and although he was behaving in an entirely professional and respectable way, the chemistry between us was quite palpable. I couldn’t help but wonder if part of the fun for him was indulging in this harmless flirtation with my husband standing just a few feet away, although he was so honed in on me, that I think he was largely oblivious to James.

At last, Mike located the box we’ve been looking for and carried it down from the ladder to place it in my cart.

“Because you are buying an entire case, you’ll get a discount at the register,” he reminded me, looking deeply into my eyes. He was tall and seemed to like that because I am too he could look right into my face. My stomach did a little backflip as if he’s said something very personal meant only for me.

“Thank you for all of your help,” I said, gushing just a little bit more than is strictly necessary for a man who was doing exactly what his job description entails. “We really appreciate it.”

Mike was standing at the far end of the shopping cart and I was at the front, getting ready to wheel my selection to the registers. If not for the cart between us, I might have been magnetically pulled into his arms. Our eyes continued to lock for just a moment more and I felt like I was simultaneously being adored and respected as I basked in his gaze. For just a moment, there are no other customers around us. We are alone in this sliver of shared attraction and connection.

“Thanks again,” I said as I finally turned away and called to James that we were ready to check out. It was an unnecessary redundancy since I had already thanked Mike just a moment ago, but maybe he realized that this time it wasn’t just for the help and the wine, but also for the erotic buzz that was now rippling through my entire body. I hope he was pleased with himself for a job well done.

I don’t know that I’ve ever had that kind of electric flirtation with a stranger in a public place before. No suggestive words were spoken and nothing out of the ordinary was done — at least not in any overt way. Only Mike’s eyes spoke of the desire that was burning there. Despite the unusual hair, I was drawn to how deeply alive he was, how primal. It ignited a fire in me as well to want to go to that primal place with him — and we did, if only for a fraction of a second.

“Never judge a book by its cover,” I thought to myself as we made our way back to the car with our case of de-alcoholized wine. If James’s brother hadn’t been with us, I would have told him about my little peccadillo in the wine store but that’s not the sort of thing that most other people would understand or approve of, so I kept quiet, smiling to myself as we drove away.