Damn, He's Good Looking
I've been staring at Mr. Gorgeous from across the cafe for approximately six minutes when he looks over and catches me in mid-stare. A few things come to mind: 1. O shit. 2. O shit. 3. Damn, he's good looking. I go back to writing. The thing is, I have a problem with concentration. Did I mention he wore argyle? I'm a sucker for argyle, and gorgeousness behind glasses. I think I'm over the last thought when, he smiles. His eyes look like wide almonds, I'd like to catch a grenade for him, lol. Am I shallow? And then I laugh at myself. I have three hundred things to do in one day, I cannot sleep most nights, and here I am waiting on inspiration when I wouldn't know it if it hit me on the back of my fat head in slow motion. The guy looks at me again. I stare at my computer screen like I'm writing the bestseller I hope I'm writing. The waitress with the blonde hair that doesn't look naturally blonde, her overly-heavy mascara, she is kind, brings me my omelette. It has avocados in case y'all didn't know. Later, I find a hair in the omelette as I'm on my third to last bite. The manager comes over to apologize and thinks I don't want to pay for it. She tells me that the waitress was crying. Funny, I'd already eaten it, I had every intention to pay for the hairy eggs I just devoured. The waitress overhears her tell me that she'd been crying. She says 'Did she just say I was crying?' 'Yes' I smirk. And she laughs. It's a funny thing what people do when something goes wrong. Mr. gorgeous met up with some other man. They are talking, he has mentioned me because the guy he is sitting with has looked over at me, trying to disguise the fact that he is trying to see me. 1. Is he checking me out? 2. He must be selling something. 3. I've had enough bad luck for this month, ignore them both. And so I do. I finish my homework assignment like a good girl should. I take my crazy meds, lol. I drink my chamomile bread and sip my warm toast, and I ready myself to leave. As I am packing my stuff up, the heavy make-upped waitress leans over and tells me that the men across the room (the delicious one and his buddy) were checking me out and joking about there being no ring on my finger.
*The man in the picture above is French accented Willy Monfret. Lawd have some kinda mercy on my soul. Lol.
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