I Am A Fruit Loop In A World Full Of Cheerios

I went to the grocery store today and passed out in the fruit section. A very nice young man helped me up. He said I looked like a dead fish. Oh the flattery! I looked at him straight in his blue/green eyes with bits of gold flecks dancing across them. I thought he looked familiar but he assures me we have never met. I tried to stop but I just kept staring at him. He pulled me up by my hand after I protested for a minute that "I am fine. This just happens sometimes. Nothings broken;I'm good." he held onto my hand for too long when he helped me up. Perhaps he saw me staring. I wasn't pining over him. I was just disoriented and wondering who he was. I couldn't remember why the hell I was even at the damn store. I ended up getting a half gallon of chocolate milk and two snickers.