I love cookies (especially chocolate chip cookies), so when a bike courier started coming in to my work to deliver cookies and then started leaving a box for me regularly and complimenting my smile, well, I knew that I was going to have to start getting larger clothes to accommodate the inevitable cookie weight. Since I'm not always at the same desk every day, Seventy-six got in the habit of leaving a box for me even when I wasn't there, and when I was there he was a delight with his fun energy, charming compliments, and accent that made me seriously think he might be a pirate.
It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen him when he tried to track me down at two of my offices; when I wasn't at either he left cookies for me with one of my co-workers. A few days later he was at a different building and let my colleague there know that he probably wasn't going to have time to make it to my building but to tell me hi and that he missed me. I knew I had to find him and get his number, so I ordered cookies the next day. Sadly I got a different courier. The following Monday I tried again with no luck. On Wednesday one of my co-workers who was in full support of me getting digits and a lifetime supply of cookies volunteered to order cookies for me. Seventy-six brought them, but I was in a meeting across the street, so I missed him. When I got back to my desk I decided that I should order cookies since I knew he was delivering. A minute after I submitted the order one of my colleagues at the building I had just left let me know that, "You're cookie guy just left you some goodies." Twenty minutes later the cookies I ordered arrived with another courier. So I had a total of five boxes of cookies and no phone numbers. Please note that from all of those cookies I only had 1.5 and shared the rest of the cookie love. The following day I decided to try one last time, and VICTORY! The cookies were delivered by Seventy-six. I immediately let him know that I had ordered them, and he sweetly said, "You never need to pay for cookies." He asked if I had been getting the cookies he'd left and I said, "Yes, but I haven't seen you." Then I handed him a note that I had written the day before (I'd given everyone on my team strict instructions that if he came back they had to give him the note), which read Thank you for the cookies and smiles, but mostly the smiles. Then I signed it and added my number.
Less than ten minutes later I received the following message, "So good to see you, Penelope! Enjoy the cookies and keep that smile shining. Have a great day! And thank you for your sweet note. I attached it to my bag to keep this world smiling one pedal stroke at a time." When I told him I was off the next day because I had family visiting, he told me to let him know if were downtown and he'd deliver us cookies. So sweet. A few days later I asked him if he lived in the city and if he was free to meet up over the weekend. Sadly he responded, "I live in Sacramento for the moment, but I come into the city 2 to 3 times a week to do what I love, biking and delivering. That being said I'm honored and blushing that you would want to meet up." So now we're going to attempt to meet up after one of his shifts one day soon hopefully, which is completely ridiculous since I insist on not even going on dates with people across the bridge, and now I'm trying to go on dates with this guy who lives ridiculously far.
In conclusion, I'm clearly a sucker for guys that have accents and access to chocolate chip cookies.
