what uncle sam's mail carrier can do for you

this morning was the 3rd time i've been to the post office in the past few days. each visit occurred at a different time (really. 5:02pm, 3:38pm, and 10:41am). all 3 times, i've run into this little guy who's also shipping gifts, and it's odd. awkward, in fact. the first time, he was standing next to me in line (this was the 45 minute wait), and he kept chatting with me. wanting to know where i worked, where i lived, that this post office wasn't always like this, what was i shipping, to whom, who was i spending the holidays with, and i was finally like "my loving, caring, long-term relationship, amazingly handsome, funny, and TALL boyfriend." but i was just like "oh, my phone is vibrating. yeah." gasp. so when i walked in yesterday and stood in line, i didn't think much of him being there. until the woman next to me said "that guy over there is waving at you." oh no. so i just said hi and went back to reading my book. today, i walk in, and he's there. again. so i whipped out the book, as it seems to deflect him, or at least my conscious guilt, and read a good chapter. but can i ever go back to that post office? i need to keep doing click n' ship, and also sending packages small enough to fit in a mailbox. and must avoid short semi-creepy guys at post offices. or start going to the post office in the castro. then i can find a nice lesbian to cuddle up with.