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nebule's avatar

Have you met the man or woman of your dreams in a supermarket?

Asked by nebule (16157 points ) February 6th, 2009

…and if so, what’s the story?

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scamp's avatar

No, I picked him up hitch hiking. We fell in love, got married, and had a child. Over the years, the “dream” became a nightmare, so the story has ended.

nebule's avatar

sorry @scamp x although the story did start out quite well x

laureth's avatar

As a cashier, I met several men of my dreams in the supermarket. ;) But the one I married, I met for the first time at a Denny’s.

cwilbur's avatar

I hope not, because I didn’t realize it at the time and have no way of getting in touch with him.

janbb's avatar

@ scamp I met my husband when I was hitching around England and he was driving! Two kids and we’ve managed to stay the course.

Zaku's avatar

No. Well, there was one woman I still remember from about ten years ago, passing each other in the doorway of a supermarket and having a mutual wow moment, but we both kept walking.

galileogirl's avatar

Ah yes, the MEN of my dreams——Ben and Jerry

steve6's avatar

everytime I shop

janbb's avatar

Orville Redenbacker – the man of my dreams!

evelyns_pet_zebra's avatar

Funny you should ask, I saw him Wednesday, he was driving a truck for a company called G. Cattle Trucking. He came through my gate to pick up a combine. Gods, he was the cutest damn thing, with bright blue eyes and wearing a black cowboy hat and nice tight Levis. We got to talking and I found out that he liked living in America but transplanted here from Denmark, and he was everything I could ask for in a man in his early thirties. Unfortunately, I had to let him go on his way, but he definitely won my cutest truck driver of the day contest.

IOn fact, he might have won the cutest truck driver of the year contest. Too bad I can’t tell him what he’s won.

eponymoushipster's avatar

She was a lonely girl, of around 20 or so.

she enjoyed the aisle comprised of taco shells, baked goods and can openers.

she advanced and i retreated; i advanced and she retreated.

eventually, we met near the dog food and cleanser.

but alas, it was not meant to be.

no

*(i’m in a weird mood right now)

Darwin's avatar

I met the man of my dreams through being tricked into visiting a friend’s house while he was there. We argued about how much sugar should go into teriyaki sauce.

One of our favorite things to do, though, was to go to the original Central Market in Austin (we call it the Food Museum) together and reminisce in the cheese aisle.

steve6's avatar

This thread won’t die. I love supermarkets on Hilton Head.

steve6's avatar

I just heard Where do bad folks go when they die by Nirvana on FM.

steve6's avatar

Followed by Barracuda

steve6's avatar

Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde

Zaku's avatar

@evelyns_pet_zebra – Couldn’t you simply inquire at G. Cattle Trucking? ;-)

scamp's avatar

Thanks lynneblundell live and learn, ya know?? (I’ve done a lot of both, ha ha!!)

evelyns_pet_zebra's avatar

@Zaku let’s just say my unusual attraction for straight guys would just make it….um, uncomfortable. Best to keep some fantasies in my head where they won’t be crushed. There’s a lot less rejection that way, as well.

Jeruba's avatar

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind.
I did but see her passing by
And yet I love her till I die!

(Attributed to various 16th-century poets)

wundayatta's avatar

I was standing in front of the fish counter—they display the fish so beautifully at Whole Foods—trying to figure out if I wanted farm salmon, wild salmon, or guaranteed environmentally safe Chilean sea bass. I think I went with the wild salmon. Or maybe the scallops. They looked might good, too.

Anyway, I turned to put my fish in my cart, and what do you know? It was gone. This has happened to me before. Hell, I’ve done it myself. But what happened next has never happened to me before, and, god willing, never again.

I went towards the meat counter and I spied my cart. I could recognize it by the paper bags on the bottom. No one else ever seems to return their bags that way. She had her back to me, and her form was pretty hot from behind. But I was totally unprepared by that.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you may have taken my cart.”

She turned around, and you could have struck me dumb! I think my mouth literally dropped. She was that stunning. But the funny thing was, well, her face was turning bright pink. She seemed to be even more embarrassed than me. I don’t know why I was embarrassed. I mean, it was my cart she had taken, but I guess in the face of such glorious beauty, well, it was like I was back in seventh grade. I made little stuttering sounds, which only made her face flush even redder.

This is not the kind of thing you ever forget, even if you don’t end up marrying the woman. Which I did. But that’s a story for another day.

Zaku's avatar

@evelyns_pet_zebra – Oh, I see my misunderstanding. Thanks. Nice story in any case; thanks for sharing.

@daloon – A very sweet story!

90s_kid's avatar

I won’t meet the women of my dreams.

wundayatta's avatar

@zaku: thank you. It’s fiction, of course, but I was definitely seeing it. I can never resist imagining what if it had happened to me. The woman is actually modelled on someone who habituates fluther.

Jeruba's avatar

@daloon, write the story! Post your progress! My husband and I, just for fun, drafted a supermarket-meeting scene in which she holds him with her gaze while picking a certain leaf out of a produce bin and bringing it to her lips, to her tongue…

wundayatta's avatar

Stop it, Jeruba! I just spit my coffee all over my screen. Well, I would have, if I had any coffee in my mouth.

Nope. That’s too much. I shall be seeing that image in my mind for hours to come.

nebule's avatar

crikey it’s getting steamy in here!

wundayatta's avatar

@lynneblundell, you’re welcome to join us in the sauna. It’s really hot there!

nebule's avatar

thanks @daloon taking clothes off as I type ;-)

wundayatta's avatar

Sit down here, @lynneblundell and let’s make some sweat! @Jeruba Do you mind making a litle room?

We did all meet in the supermarket, right? I mean, heaven forbid we should be off topic!

Jeruba's avatar

You could bring it back to the supermarket by guessing what kind of leaf.

wundayatta's avatar

Are we making tomato sauce, or a Thai chicken dish?

janbb's avatar

I think it might be a roamin’ leaf. :-)

nebule's avatar

artichoke (is that classed as a leaf..) i always thought they were quite sexy… :-/

wundayatta's avatar

“Hey Lady, you taste it, you buy it. Now put that leaf down, and step away from the tomatoes.”

the produce guy has no sense of romance

janbb's avatar

Maybe it is a fig leaf?

punkrockworld's avatar

I met my boyfriend while I was picking up tampons from the grocery store. He picked up band-aids.
He was checking me out and said “Guess we’re both bleeding’’.
Didn’t get it at first but then i laughed, he told me he knew me and that he goes to my school.
At school he approached me and we started talking, we’ve been together for three and a half years..

Jeruba's avatar

@punkrockworld, who’d have thought that could be an auspicious beginning? I’d have run away if a guy saw me buying tampons (back when I was young). That’s the kind of thing you just can’t make up. Lurve for your story.

girlofscience's avatar

@laureth: lol please tell me how a marriage came from a meeting at Denny’s.

This would sound more plausible if you were meeting a group of friends at a Denny’s, and they brought him along, so you met him through your friends, and it just so happened to be at a Denny’s.

But if you sincerely randomly met him at a Denny’s and then married him, wow. Please inform.

josie's avatar

If it is around women that I hate, I don’t care what they do.

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