Tequila Soul Mate

After four strong margaritas and a delicious Mexican meal I decided to venture over to a local music store that specializes in records, tapes and CD's. I was feeling spontaneous and ready to make a few purchases that I probably couldn't afford, most likely the tequila's fault. The tequila was probably to blame for the rest of my night, but I love it too much to point a finger. Anywho, the frizzy, long haired man with outdated glasses working behind the counter asked if he could help me find anything while I was looking at the same three albums over and over again in the jazz section.

"Yeah, I can't seem to find any Anita O'Day," I said. His little eyes widened behind those brownish-clear frames and he let out what sounded like a gasp. Was I drooling? He continued to stare at me for a moment and then began to stumble on his words. I let out an "Oh!" out of nervousness.

"It's just some guy was just in here asking for the same thing," he said as I felt relieved that it wasn't my appearance that sent him into a state of shock.

"Oh really? That's kinda weird," I said while following him into a separate room dedicated to jazz vocalists. He pointed out the section that sadly only had two O'Day records to choose from. "Maybe we're soul mates," I said jokingly about the man who was looking for the same artist as myself.

"Yeah, it was some British guy, he literally asked for her no more than five minutes ago..."

"WHAT?!" I interrupted, "British?! Oh my god, where is he?" I said while frantically looking around the store for a man that I was sure to marry. This is when I realized the nerdy guy who was helping me was now looking at me like I was insane.

"He...must...of...just...left," He said slowly. Surely I frightened this guy, but he was trying to play it cool. "But if you hurry, you might be able to catch him."

I quickly thanked him, found my friend and we left. We never found a man with a British accent but I did proceed later that night to vomit after seeing a man on television with, what I hope to be, moles covering an entire half of his face. If only my British soul mate knew what he was missing out on...