I saw you at the Safeway last night as I was perusing the wine section. I couldn't help but take notice as you pretended to ponder between a Cabernet Sauvignon and a Merlot (I should have told you that Ernest & Julio don't really differentiate between the two). I couldn't help but steal glances as you meandered along the wine section in search of that perfect bottle of wine to accompany whatever tasty meal you had planned. You were tall, maybe 5'10 or so, flowing dark hair that stopped around your shoulders, radiant blue eyes, snow white skin, and carrying a rather large cucumber in your hand.
I'm hoping the cucumber was an ingredient and not your date (especially since I have no appendages that compete with 14" vegetables).