Shortly after my last post concerning the boy from Silvermine I received a message on “personal” (read: private) Myspace from some kid who was sure I “looked familiar”. A bit of lurking showed that it was in fact, Silvermine boy. Now, at this point he probably didn’t realize I had posted a few bulletins and thought he was adorable. At least now I know he’s 20, and not a mere 18.
Of course, no story could just end there. So late last night after I got done being out and about with one of my co-workers we decided to order ourselves some sammiches. Of course, once I get through to make our order and find out that there’s roughly a 45 minute wait period.
And since Mr. Daniels has played an important role in my evening, I decide to step things up a bit and ask if the cute boy can come deliver my sandwiches. I even go so far as to promise I will answer the door in my panties if I don’t have to wait as long as everyone else. The sandwich dispatcher (is that even the right term in this case?) seems to think this is a great idea and agrees to send me “the cute one.” I think I may have talked shit about one of the delivery girls with her scary eyebrows, who is apparently the girlfriend of the guy on the phone. Whoops.
Of course since there’s no buzzer on my apartment building so delivery people have to call once they get to my place so I can go to the door. And when the phone rang I looked out the window to make sure they didn’t pull some expert prank involving a camera crew and ran down the stairs… in my underwear. It was the cute guy, and he made no comment.
But he did send me a text message about 10 minutes later saying I was the best delivery out of the entire night.
What can I say, I’m pretty goddamn amazing. Especially to all those poor (yet adorable) delivery boys.