Ack! A real date, apparently someone just threw me onto that elusive horse I was happy just flirting with. If this is where flirting gets you, I'm not so sure... right? Who really wants a date? Me? Even if it's just so I can justify purchasing this t-shirt
Musings from the world of pseudo-dates, man-children, booze and the third year of graduate school
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
What a Flirt!
I need to make a confession, I partake in flirting for the purposes of free caffeine. Look there is a recession, a trip to NYC and life essentials like my Crackberry to pay for, why pay for my double tall vanilla soy latte if I don't have to? See the issue is when you flirt for coffee it's kind of shameless and vulnerable, I mean do you think straight before you have your coffee? All that being said, when I stopped into my local store, I came face to face with my biggest flirting companion, and a date. Yep I got asked on a coffee date (the way to this caffeinated girl's heart), and I walked out of the store wondering if I managed to get myself in too deep. What happens if it doesn't work out, do I get my free coffee from one of the other boys or do I have to as I did before, leave the store for a period of time until they all move on to other locations. and then the cycle begins again?
Ack! A real date, apparently someone just threw me onto that elusive horse I was happy just flirting with. If this is where flirting gets you, I'm not so sure... right? Who really wants a date? Me? Even if it's just so I can justify purchasing this t-shirt
Ack! A real date, apparently someone just threw me onto that elusive horse I was happy just flirting with. If this is where flirting gets you, I'm not so sure... right? Who really wants a date? Me? Even if it's just so I can justify purchasing this t-shirt
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so are you going to do it?
ReplyDeleteI guess? I'm not sure, he's a nice guy, we actually went to the same high school, he graduated in 99? His sister is a year younger than me, the boy has tats, I'm just not sure there's that spark, I mean it's one thing to flirt shamelessly but sometimes all that means is you feel comfortable with the person...
ReplyDeleteI'll let you know what happens, I was going to gather my nerve and pop in there tonight and see if he's there... since it's the only night I have free this week. I was really hoping to find him on Facebook so I don't have to have my personal like play out in front of the other staff there but alas nope he's not on it.
ReplyDeletewa-wa-wait......you said you couldn't remember his sister's name, but you prefaced your email with it.
ReplyDeletehe was much older than her and had long moved out when i was friends with her.....he seemed nice enough, and the only thing i can really offer up is that i believe he likes U2. their father was a little kooky, but sweet, and died mysteriously overseas while teaching english after getting laid off from the airline that he and my dad both worked for. it was very sad.
K no, I remember her name, I can't remember his. I know he's older - graduated 99 or 98...
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