The Little Yellow Note

The Skinny on Last Friday:

 Before heading downtown to the local saloon's, I noticed a little yellow note on my windshield.  Of course, my initial thought was Neighbors. What provoked them this time? The extended invitation to after hours guests was limited to four, the Pomeranian was gone and I rarely steal their wireless net anymore... perhaps it was my high pitch vocal cords attempting to mimic Ms. Clarkson in "beautiful disaster" this morning.  Regardless, I made a pass at the note and I was delightfully surprised to read:

"Your very beautiful! and want ya to call me! 

  I was the guy in the van...lol.. hit me up!

  (209) 555-5555. " - Casanova (not really his name).

I snickered because I actually recall seeing him parked near my apartment complex in a van, I assumed he was waiting for someone, I didn't give it much thought, I was consumed with the fact that I had misplaced my wallet and without "The License"- issued to operate motor vehicles; not to establish eligibility for employment, voter registration, or public benefits- I wasn't allowed to greet the choices hops, rice and barley malt that night. I do, however, remember thinking he was good-looking, sporting some shades that complimented him well. Obviously this fellow made an impression, don't get me wrong, he had smooth operator written all over his note, but the guy isn't a liar, I am pleasing to sight. lol. So after discussing it with my roommate who was totally wooed away by the gesture (she's easy), I decided to text him. 

Of course not that weekend, picnic day was 12 hours away and 4-20 was to follow. Thus, today during lunch, I decided to be breezy and text:

"Thank you for the compliment, stranger, cheesy

  but worthy of a text."

That afternoon consisted of gradual texting from both parties, the standard, where, who, what, when lingo... making the objective of his little yellow note clear:

"Just didn't think it wud b smart leaving without a mark u know?

  Wuda been a shame not cyan ya again"

Excluding the small talk, I collected that he is from Florida and here for school.... followed by the invasive "what's your schedule like?" because he was in a rush and wanted to dial the digits later. A little uneasy how Casanova was getting too comfortable already, but he's quite the charmer, he made sure he thanked me for "hitting him up" and assured I wouldn't regret it.... and that kind of confidence earns big laughs by my part, so I told him when I was free and he assured he would call then.