The Boyfriend Blog

One of these days, that’s what I want: little banshees and all. But first, I need a man.

With a sigh, I keep walking and draw up short at the sight of a tall, built man in the cereal aisle. He’s dressed in dark jeans, and his black t-shirt stretches tight across his back. His hair is a little shaggy, curling over the tops of his ears, but I’m good with that. Standing back, I watch him for a few seconds, and when I see a bare left ring finger, I decide to make my move. No idea what that move will be, but I’ll wing it.

Hi, my name is Lizzie.

Can you reach that for me?

“Come here often?”

“Oh my gosh!” I squeak and turn around, a hand to my heart. “You scared the living daylights out of me.” I thump Aiden on the chest.

“What are you doing here?”

Aiden grins. His eyes flit over my shoulder before coming back to my face. “He’s not your type.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s buying oatmeal. You hate oatmeal,” Aiden says, taking the basket from my arms. He loops it around his and grabs something from the shelf, but I’m too shocked to notice what it is.

“Just because I don’t like oatmeal doesn’t mean I can’t date someone who does.”

Aiden walks down the aisle, and I follow along only because he’s holding my basket. That’s the only reason. It has nothing to do with the fact that he smells delicious, or that the way he looks at me makes my body tingle. And it certainly isn’t because I’m insanely attracted to him. Nope, that would be silly.

And true.

Utterly and completely true.

So attracted to him that I grab his favorite box of cereal and put it into the basket because I know it’ll make him smile, and I love his smile.

“What if he makes oatmeal every morning for breakfast?” Aiden suggests. “You can’t stand the smell or the look of it.”

“I’ll hide out in my room until he’s done eating and has brushed his teeth.”

“Right.” Aiden laughs and grabs something else from the shelf.

We weave down another aisle and see another man. Damn, Edna is onto something. I can’t wait to get home and report back to my readers that an evening trip to the grocery store is the perfect place to find a man.

“He’s too stuffy,” Aiden says, looking at the man who caught my eye.

“Why? Because he’s wearing a suit? I happen to like suits,” I say, reaching for a bag of Fisher Boy fish sticks. They’re not my favorite, but Aiden loves them. I toss them into the basket, and he smiles.

“I’ll buy one in every color.”

Okay, that was sweet. Damn him for wearing me down.

“Aiden—”

“Don’t say it.” He holds up a hand. “But, really, he’s too stuffy. You’re laid back.”

“Opposites attract?”

“He’s buying shrimp.”

I cringe. “Bleh. You’re right. Let’s keep walking.”

“It’s amazing what you can learn about someone by watching them shop at the grocery store.”

“No kidding.” When we make it to the milk, I grab a half-gallon of chocolate. I turn to put it in the basket and frown when I notice how full it is. I stop and stare at Aiden. “How did you do that?”