So last Sunday afternoon was a fairly boring one as I had counter duty. At one point during the afternoon, two guys came in: one older, one about my age (maybe a few years older.) They were nice, the right amount of chatty (they didn’t sit in stone silence, which is always awkward on counter, but they knew when to stop talking because I had to wait on other customers), and they managed to rack up a $45 bill between the two of them (I work at a diner-type restaurant, the only expensive entrees are the seafood ones. On counter, the orders tend to be burgers, coffee, and desserts.) I flirted a bit back and forth with the guy my age, he was fairly cute, kind of had that “nice guy” look going for him. (I’m also pretty sure that he had just gotten out of church.)

When I went to clear their spot on counter, to my surprise, I found a five dollar bill and a phone number. WTF?  Not only do you leave me a shitty tip, but then you have the nerve to think I’d want your number after that? I was pretty irked by it, if you couldn’t tell.

So tonight was pretty dead at work.

The fifth table I had was a party of three, two guys and a girl, one of the guys was clearly dating the girl, the other one was pretty easy on the eyes. The restaurant picked up a bit after I ordered their food to the kitchen so I didn’t have much time to talk to them other than taking a dessert order and the occasional check-in to see how everything was. But still, he was damn good looking. Tan, dark hair, muscular, I could see a tattoo poking out from his tshirt sleeve. And really nice eyes. Really nice eyes.

I brought them their check ($35, not bad for a party of three), they left, and I thought nothing more of it. Until I went to clean their table. I picked up the tip off of the table, five ones folded over a five. (Ten dollar tip, booyah!) Underneath the tip, was his phone number and a pen. (I’ll take a free pen anyday, so that was another automatic plus in my book.)

I figured, hey, he was good looking, a good tipper, and he left me his number. Why the hell not? So I sent him a text telling him that I thought he might have forgotten something on his table. We’ve been texting back and forth for the past two hours.

We’re supposed to hang out sometime next week, so we’ll see how it goes.