Coffee #2
Mood: Pervy
Today, for the second day running, I sat in my Starbucks with my fantastico amazing friend Almost from Melbourne, and we read together.
Books.
Almost, I love you. And you're advice has been swallowed, unpalatable though it was, however you tried to disguise the flavour by giving it with love.
I shall endevour to get to the city soon, and "get some culture"... and meet some men that are clever sausages, instead of silly beefcakes.
But back to Starbucks... I have a confession to make.
There may be something other than the coffee that I love.
There may be an attractive barista there.
He may have a name that is slightly exotic.
He may have the cutest smile, eyes, hair, and... well everything else that you can see...
He may remember me. Almost doesn't think he does, but I choose to think that he really does... HE DOES!!
And I KNOW THAT HE DOES Almost, because the first time I saw him wasn't even AT Starbucks, it was out in town. I was sitting in the beer garden of our local Irish Pub, and he happened to be sitting behind me. I know this because I was checking him out - because I am a perve and I currently think that everyone is hot... thats another story...
Anyway, he was sitting behind me, and the next day, I was slightly hungover, and I needed a coffee. So I went into the Starbucks. It would be fair to say that I didn't look awesome. And I wasn't really with it. There were two cute young girls in front of me, taking a hundred years to figure out what they wanted, and I was just standing there attempting not to make any sudden moves that may dislodge my head from my shoulders. Eventually they finished, and I got up to the counter, and he was there serving. I didn't recognise him.
He said "Thanks for being so patient" and I was like "Beg yours? Oh, no worries." And I ordered. He forgot instantly what I had ordered, and asked me again - figuring that it was probably my fault he'd got it wrong, I then apologised, saying "Sorry, I went out last night, so I'm not at my best today" He said "Oh, thats OK, I went out last night too. You were at the Irish pub weren't you?" "Yes", "I remember you, I was sitting behind you."
My first reaction was to be flattered that this guy remembered me, then to think... Oh shit. I was kicking my girlfriend pointing out hotties... and we were not being subtle in our appreciation of the opposite sex. AT ALL.
Woopsie.
That would have been fine, but now every time I go in to my Starbucks he's working. And Cute. (Note Capitalisation) And I get all blushy and dumb. Not Guy #2 dumb, I just don't want him to think I'm a stalker loser hanging about in Starbucks so I can perve on him... I mean, that's an accurate description, but it isn't exactly flattering is it! LOL
And Almost, you were not being subtle today. How many times did our cute exotic barista walk in and out while we were sitting there? And you were banging me in the ribs, kicking my foot, "A-HEM"-ing, and generally being very very obvious!!
And threatening to leave my number. Really.
Did you? LOL
