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The Lovelorn Poet from Asheville, NC wrote:
“I guess you didn’t expect me to be so enthusiastic about being serenaded
while shopping because you couldn’t think of a song.  But you’re the cutest thing since sliced bread and pickled peaches, even if I ended up going to the hotbar for dinner.“

Oh Asheville poet, how were you to know that your enthusiasm for an America Idol audition in the middle of the grocery store would leave the object of your desire with stage fright! Poor thing.  Next time  suggest a night of karaoke. That way you can sing her the Steve Miller song with the line about liking peaches.

Gentle Readers: In considering the encounter described by our Asheville poet, can you recall a time when something romantic and magical happened to you in the grocery store (and I’m not talking about buy-one-get-one-free deals on ice cream)? Would you consider your primary food shopping destination to be a place worthy of “checking out” the other customers? Do tell…

Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on messages selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.

The Lovelorn Poet from Asheville, NC wrote:
“We had a brief conversation about the health aspects of luncheon meats Sunday evening…”

So, you found yourself tongue-tied and twisted in the grocery store deli aisle when presented with the object of your desire.  Rest assured, dear poet, that the hunting and gathering of food is still a desirable mate-trait, so just showing up to shop scores you points.   Now get on your game and get back to the grocery store!

Gentle Readers:  In reviewing the situation in the deli aisle what is your opinion on the ham vs. bologna debate? Can love of bologna be a date-breaker?