I decided to take a long lunch today and I ended up strolling the Westfield Century City. I strolled into William Rast without any intent of buying jeans, though I'm in the market for good, quality denim since I've been losing weight. I was greeted by a very attractive guy at the cash wrap and he quickly struck a conversation with me.

"I lost some weight so I need some new jeans."

"Bulimia?" He snarked.

"OMG, YES! It's been totally working, but my version is with alcohol so it helps me throw up more."

His associate blurted a chuckle from the other side of the store. "Hmmm, he's laughing because he's tried it before." The associate hand models his slim, tall body and replied with, "How can you tell?"

I casually mentioned that I was just trying on the different cuts they have since I was already familiar with the brand but I wanted something black and resin coated. He found a few pairs that he thought would fit well and set up a fitting room for me and laid them neatly on the bench. He closed the curtain and stayed on the other side of it as we continued to chat. Oddly, we both vaguely remembered each other. I was actually in his store 3 months ago while I was killing time before a job interview.

I tried on a blue pair of Jackson Slims and I left the fitting room to ask for his opinion and see if there was a black pair. He commented that he liked the fit but I told him that I wasn't really about to spend about $200 for jeans. In the middle of all our conversation, I neglected to get his name. I shook his hand and he remarked, "Damn, I guess you're trying to break my hand!" "My handshakes are firm... I guess I'm firm but fair." I replied. His name was Cesar. Cesar - the cute, charming guy who was helping me. He came back and said that he could honor a sale price for me but decided to just give me his employee discount instead if I were to buy something with cash. I was surprised that he'd even offer his employee discount as I didn't even ask for any sort of hook up. I told him that he didn't have to do that, but he insisted.

I tried on a pair of the resin black Luke Straight Legs and they were perfect. I asked if I had to have them hemmed. He then bent down to show me a quick way to fold it for an easy fix. I thought it was cute. Very cute.

I had to pay cash so I told him that I don't have any on me unless there was a Wells Fargo ATM.

"There's one close by." He proceeded to give directions and stops himself mid-sentence. "Actually, I can just show you."

After I got dressed again, he leaves the store and actually escorts me to the ATM. I placed the black denim on the cash wrap before we walked out. "We'll be back." Cesar says as he nonchalantly walks me out. Our conversation continues.

Highlights included:

- "So... how old are you?"
- "You from around here?"
- "When will you be working in Century City again?"

He was totally cute about the whole thing. He rang me up with a few high pitched catch phrases in between his calculated keystrokes. He, indeed, honored his promise to give me his employee discount. "You know, Cesar, if you weren't so cute, I wouldn't have bought these jeans." He smiled and handed me my receipt. "You should always pop your head in every time you're in the area." I asked for a pen and discreetly wrote my number on a piece of my receipt.

"Call me whenever you're in Pasadena. Actually, you don't even have to to be in Pasadena. Just call me."

Smiles and handshakes all around. "Nice meeting you, Mark."

I take my merchandise, put on my shades and proceed to make my exit.

"Oh. by the way Cesar," I smirk. "I'm not actually bulimic. I'll see you around."

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I wonder if he'll call me. I doubt it though. Of the 4 times I've given my number out... NONE have ever really called. Is there ANY guy that into me that would? Meh. We'll see. At least I got a great deal on some expensive denim, right?

I'll be thinking of Cesar every time I wear them though. heh. :]