A few days after this encounter, my roommate is making spaghetti, and neither one of us can get the jar of spaghetti sauce open. At this point we both have consumed a decent amount of coffee, which makes me moderately outgoing and talkative. This is when I conceive the BRILLIANT idea of taking the jar upstairs...
So I walk up the stairs and knock on his door. I'm so nervous waiting for someone to open the door, so I start fiddling with the jar...
*POP*
I accidentally get the lid off!!! I then frantically try to screw the lid back on as tightly as possible, when the door opens. There he is with whom I assume to be one of his roommates. I smile as a brief awkward silence ensues�
Suddenly I shove the jar at him, and batting my eyes, I politely ask, "Can you open this?" He smiles and replies, "Sure."
*BOOP*
He pops the lid off with ease. "That wasn't hard..." he says, looking at me suspiciously. Mortified, I save face with the smooth reply, "Oh, I must've loosened it." (!!!)
"Oh, by the way, I'm Paige. I live below you guys." I then learn that his name is Chris. At this point I get bold. "Oh, I think I saw you the other day, and I thought you were kind of cute..." He proceeds to mumble what I think is a thank you. Sufficiently humiliated, I note that I should get the jar back to my roommate. I then thank him for his services and return to my humble abode downstairs�
A few days later, I see Chris and his roommate again in the cafeteria. (I cannot blame my following actions on caffeine, for I had none that day.) Having NO SHAME, I approach their table and greet them accordingly. Then I ask Chris, "So do you have a girlfriend?" To which I believe his answer is, "Not yet." With a sly grin, I respond with: "Interesting..." We speak briefly and part again.
That weekend, Chris and his roommate add me as their friends on Facebook. Chris also "pokes" me! (Facebook is SO cheesy...) So I confirm their requests, �poke� him back, and begin writing Chris a message:
"Oh, so you're poking me now! Thanks for adding me as your friend. That's so sweet! Well, maybe I'll go buy another jar of spaghetti sauce and come upstairs again... Unless you think I'm weird. You wouldn't be the first one!"
He responds in a timely fashion:
"No, I don't think you're weird. And you don't need a jar to come here."
I excitedly answer:
"Really? I don't need a jar? Is that a formal invitation?"
He readily confirms:
"Yup. What are you doing tonight? Give me a call... (Inserts his cell phone number)"
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am absolutely ecstatic! (I'm such a flirt!) But I can't believe that actually worked!!!
So ladies, if you couldn�t think of a creative way to get the man of your dreams, just go out and buy a jar of tomato sauce. Trust me, it works. Chris and I are seeing each other now. Thanks Prego!!