“The strangest thing just happened to me. I went to Starbucks today on my lunch break, because I had this coupon for a free drink, and the guy behind the counter is this very nice, very good looking young guy.”
“Not that you’d notice, because you love the Stud.”
“Right, but he is anyway. So we chat while I order my coffee and a sandwich and he seems normal enough. I eat the sandwich and coffee in the Starbucks and then I run in to the shop next door to browse around.”
“The shop with the funky jewelry?”
“Yeah. And after I browse, I head to the car. I get in the car, turn it on and get ready to pull out when I see the Starbucks guy. He comes over and knocks on my window. Naturally, I think I must have forgotten my wallet or something in the store and roll my windown down a bit.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did. And he asks my name and introduces himself and then proceeds to put his arm through my half open window to shake my hand. And then, he wouldn’t let go of my hand! He stood there for a full two minutes talking to me, blatantly hitting on me, holding my hand through the half open window!”
“Why did you roll down the window in the first place?”
“Because I thought I had forgotten something! Why else would the Starbucks guy be coming over to my car 15 minutes after I’d left!”
“So what did you do?”
“I told him I had a boyfriend. And that I had to get back to the office. And that I came into that Starbucks a lot so, yes, I was sure I’d see him again. Not that it’d do him much good because I have a boyfriend and because he was now scary, even though he was good looking and articulate.”
“Well it’s flattering that he was hitting on you. Did you tell him he was good looking and articulate?”
“No. He was holding my hand inside my car and I was freaked out. I just left.”
“Wow. You’ve got to find another way to make friends.”
“This coming from the woman who actually answered some guys in an unmarked van when they asked her if she wanted to buy some “quality speakers” and then got in the van to catch a ride to her car…”
“OK, you have a point. Maybe I shouldn’t give the advice.”
Man, listening to us, you’d almost think Mom and Dad did something wrong…
this sounds remarkably like a conversation i’d have with one of my best friends. it makes me chuckle.
I. Love. It.
And that is all.