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Tuesday night, we went to my favorite neighbourhood pizza place for my aunt's birthday. Pulchinella's makes what I consider to be the best pizza in town, with a real wood pizza oven. It's casual but elegant; nice bottles of wine accompany a variety of gourmet pizzas. I arrived to join my mom, who already had a glass of prosecco in hand and greeted by a very cute waiter who offered to bring me one of the same. He was very friendly and charismatic, making fun of the fact that I was filling out my aunt's birthday card moments before she arrived. There was an instant rapport, but as someone who used to be a waitress, I know you try to develop that with most customers you serve, it makes the experience more pleasant for both, and you might get a good tip out of it.

As the identified wine chooser most nights, I was torn between two varieties of Pinot Grigio. I explained it to our waiter and he offered to bring me a taster of both. When he asked me how I was enjoying the eventual choice (one that I did not prefer), he could tell I wasn't enamoured and asked me what kind of wine I liked. Then brought be a mini glass of gertzweimmer as I had told him I like sweet wines. The flirting was so overt, that he came over to ask my dad if he wanted another beer, the indicator being an empty glass, began talking to me, and promptly forgot.

Further on in the night, he was joking about something I didn't clue in to, and was appalled I had never seen Monty Python. He told me to watch it and "come back, we can talk about it for 20 minutes, or the whole night depending on how it goes." Right in front of my whole family.

Now, I ask. Was that asking me out? Is my mother right to wonder why I didn't 'seal the deal' at the end of the night? I thought it was awkward to put my number on the bill, or even, my email. Maybe I screwed it up, but I intend on going back. Not in a stalkerish way, but when it's slower, and maybe he's not my waiter and I can make sure the interest is real and not just an overdrive on customer/waiter rapport.

I can say, however, that I was six shades of red by time I left.