I come to the same coffee shop for breakfast almost every weekend. I've been coming here for years, since I was a teen in high school, now about 10 years later, I guess habits die hard, or they just have the best breakfast known to man or God. I started bringing my x-husband here when we were married, and when I woke up unmarried, I started coming here alone again. The place was delicious before I was married, it was scrumptious while I was married, and guess the cuss what, it is is like the food of the God's now that I am unmarried because I am now free to flirt with the waiter.
My life over the past 2 years has aged my face. I am one of those unlucky women who is starting to show her wrinkles before the ripe age of 30, insert sarcastic tone here, yippie. I am planning to get them chemically removed because this if f-ing crap. I am always so aware of the budding wrinkles and the white hairs that I know are hiding under the purple hair dye & bleached peekaboo highlights when he walks by. He makes my toes curl & my nerves jump. I think it is the youth that wears itself on his face. Maybe its the sarcastic attitude that I associate with youth, or the fact that he has dark hair, is about 6 feet tall & at least in my imagination, big baby blue eyes. Campbell's Soup said it best, "mmm, mmm, good." Love me some dark hair & blue eyes. Nope, nope, nope that's not it at all. He looks happy, even through the biting sarcasm and the annoyance & boredom he projects, you can see the razzle in his dazzle, the pep in his step, the dowsers in his trousers. There is a mischievous whatnot behind those eyes & the apples of his cheeks always seem a little raised up, like he just got away with something naughty. Really really naughty, dirty hot sex in the walk-in freezer, or he unloaded a box of steaks out the back door for a reasonable price because he runs the frozen steak racket in this town.
He has got to be way younger, way, way, younger. "Welcome to XXXXXX Family Restaurant, the happiest place on earth" he says as he brings me coffee and looks over my table out of the window.
SIDE BAR-His eyes are hazel & blue. . . . sigh. . . . he just cleaned a table within close range.
What is it about the unattainable dude? I've come to learn that both of his parents are teachers. That he is 29, who would have thought to look at him that he is the same age as me. That the killer tattoo of a bicycle & a tree on his arm is actually a cover up, but of what I don't know.
And I want to lick him. Especially since I've recently discovered that, despite lack of life expierence, I give a killer blow job. Thanks for the feedback gents, I'm glad that my showmanship & parlor tricks are crowd pleasers. Mmmm confidence is good but I don't think I am quite confident enough to inquire if he has a partner in crime. . . . . I think I'll let this sleeping dog lie. After all, I can't be fooling around with every man that tickles my fancy, there are not enough hours in the day & I would get nothing at all done with my life.
Maybe I'll see him out & about. I really want to invite him to come to my next burlesque show, but it ain't going to happen & I don't know why. Maybe its nice to have a crush. Maybe its gives us hope, like Kevin Smith & John Hughes movies. I think the research needs to take a new direction based on the last weeks experiences with men. What is with the crushes & the flirting?? How are those two activities going to help me get where I'm supposed to be in life? Or is that what is supposed to be happening?
Either way, I have a crush on the waiter & I am way to shy (I know, me shy? What is that about?) to every say anything other than "Hi." He probably thinks I'm a dork anyway. When the fuck did my life turn back into 7th grade again? Fuck when was the last time I was single? Fuck what is wrong with me? HELP!
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