My friend introduced me to the owners, a mother and daughter, when I first moved to the area and I finally stopped in last week. I was surprised that they remembered me and was enthralled with the shop's quaint and artistic atmosphere. On display was a skirt that I couldn't stop thinking about; two days later I was back to get a closer look and I talked to the daughter who actually made the piece.
Over the weekend Corey informed me that The Nest was hosting a fundraiser event for the local hospital. It was a girls only, bingo, pajama party and I didn't want to miss it! I invited one of my new friends to go with me, but due to circumstances beyond her control she had to cancel. At first I was hesitant to go alone, but the thought of meeting new people and having a good time with other ladies from the community overcame my fears. I donned my leopard print fleece pants and headed out the door.
I had a great time! I exchanged small talk with the owners, wandered around the store, ate a few snacks, learned about heart disease in women, and played bingo. When I got home, I posted a few short video clips from the night on Facebook to share my adventure with my friends.
The night went on.
Then I'm laying in bed, recalling the evening and I stop...
and I wonder...
Could they think I'm some type of creeper? Because from their perspective...
I came in twice in one week.
And then a third time for their after-hours fundraiser.
I was the only person who commented on their Facebook post about the event.
I came alone.
I didn't say much to really anyone but them.
I posted two videos within an hour of the event.
I sent them a friend request.
And I blogged about it at 1am.
Hmmm...
Yeah... maybe.
Or maybe I'm just really good for business.
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