Blindsided.

I wasn't prepared. When I dragged myself out of bed this morning afternoon and headed toward my kitchen I didn't know what the day would bring. As I pulled on my Bambi loungewear pyjamas, turning them deliberately inside-out, I was not thinking to myself, "Today you will come face to face with unspeakable beauty." Of course not; my mirror reflected only my matted hair, crusty sleep eyes and unbrushed teeth. I should have checked my horoscope.

Rat-tat-tat!!

Elbow-deep in soap suds I was when I heard a loud knock on my door. Loud, impatient knuckle beats that startled me so much I didn't stop to rinse the stewy suds off my hands before running to answer.

"Who is it?"

"Delivery!"

Ugh. Perfect timing. I'll just rinse my hands and send the pesky delivery guy on his way. (And also, yay for delivery!!)

I yelled, "Give me a minute!" whilst rolling my eyes and physically ugh-ing in my throat and I flung open the door to what I have since eloquently described as THE CUTEST DELIVERY GUY IN THE WORLD.

The immediate challenge was proximity. Pre-cleaned oral orifices aren't suitable for close spaces and so I found myself stepping back, when all I wanted to do was shimmy up close - if only to double-check that my eyes weren't deceiving me. He bent over to separate his packages and I took a breath to steady myself, thinking, "He's probably not that hot. He just took you by surprise." And then he stood back up and. Well. The velocity of his beauty threw me so, I had to take another step back.

My garrr.

My next thought was, "I need evidential proof of this. No one will believe me." I could hardly believe it myself. But by then he was fiddling with his POS signing thing (sp) and I was busy thinking, "Oh boy oh boy oh boy I'll get to maybe brush fingers with him as he hands me the thingy!" when he said, "Oh you don't have to sign anything, actually."

Oh.

"Okay."

And in that one moment where nothing transactional was happening - no fiddling, no package handling, no question-asking I looked up again, right into his eyes, and held.

Wow. Still ridiculously attractive.

"Have a good day." He said.

You too, hot stuff; you too.

There's a moral to every story and here's what I learned today:
• Women that walk around their homes with fully made-up faces are wise beyond compare.
• When in doubt, brush your teeth.
• Luck favours the prepared.

I never experred it.