Can you hold my purse?

I have tried to write this entry 3 times.
I keep failing and erasing it.
I actually wanted the purse, just get this.
A simple photo of a "guy waiting".
You know, outside the fitting rooms.
But it really doesn't fit at all.
And it is not just the hangers.
Because I am not just a "guy waiting".
I am waiting for Buffy.
And I am amusing myself as I do.
Just setting the self timer and snap.
I saw a lot of other guys waiting that day.
Right outside the dressing rooms.
Waiting for some woman to come out.
Just staring at the floor waiting.
They all looked a little sad to me.
Everything had been great.
It had been another perfect trip.
Well what I consider perfect anyways ;-)
And I realized how lucky I am.
How lucky I was because I knew what was next.
I knew Buffy would appear soon.
And we would trot off to lunch.
Or coffee, or a snack.
Heck, I had no idea.
I just knew it would be with her.
And that is the best feeling.