Dry spell?

I ran into the grocery store tonight for eggs and milk.  Had a nice pizza with a nice Italian beer for dinner, feeling good.  Decided to spoil myself and pick up some cookie dough (for snacking, not baking, clearly), so I'm a happy girl, kay?

I'm in the check out line (trying to avoid the self-serve aisles in hopes of keeping more grocery jobs available), when I see out of the corner of my eye a tall, brown-haired figure in line behind me.  Is he handsome?  Friendly?  I think he's looking at me - is he looking at me?  I instinctively avoid eye contact.  Why?  Am I shy?  Scared?  Playing hard to get?  Being safe around potential serial killers?  Snap out of it, woman!  

I make a formal decision to turn around and make eye contact.  If he's cute/smiley/friendly/interested/uncreepy, then I'll smile.  How else am I supposed to meet people, anyway?  Take a chance, girl.  It's not like it's that big of a deal.  Smile at the guy.  See what happens.  At best, I'll get a little eye-flirting.... at worst, have to look away, right?

So I did it.  Turned around.  Made eye contact.

It was a woman.