All day I have felt creative, like all I have wanted to do is sit and write. Here I am, with the whole evening free, and every creative bone in my body has broken. I am a pile of flesh and muscles on the floor. Forget my brain working, that left years ago. Atleast I still had my creative bones left. Great. Now what am I going to do?
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I met the man of my dreams today. Oh God, I can barely write I am so excited! I was in Starbucks this morning, getting my usual latte before work, and there he was, working there! I know, I thought to myself, what on earth is this beautiful man doing working in a coffee shop? Then I remembered my current self-improvement project is to stop being judgemental because that makes me a mean person, and anyway, there he was.

So of course, the store was packed, though I've never been to this store before, but they're all the same. Busy. Especially when I need them to fast. I strutted in, feeling especially sexy today. I actually woke up on time allowing myself ample space to get ready and even eat breakfast. Props to me. Yay!

Anyway, I pulled my sunglasses on top of my head and got into line, trying to remember exactly what I wanted, though they seem to know for me. Like they can read my mind. Or me. I wonder if they stero-type customers? Grande, sugar-free, skim, latte. Extra-hot.

AH! I digress. I order, pick up my drink, and went to the bar-thingy where I put in a splenda, just for a little sweetness. I gotta keep it sweet, yeah baby.

Then, suddenly, there he was, right next to me. At first, I thought he was just another customer, then he started wiping the countertop with a rag. I looked up to smile at him because my service had been especially lovely that morning. Simultaneously, his scent and dashing looks consumed me and I felt my cheeks burn with shyness. I am not a shy person by any means, but his looks stunned me. Just paralyzed me. Dark brown hair grown out to shape his face. Deep brown eyes that lock into mine and search my soul. Perfect smile. A dimple! (I love dimples!). Perfectly trim body. Arms that pop out of his shirt. Good Lord, I am getting so fluttery thinking about him! He was like a Starbucks model.

He said hello to me and smiled as he wiped the counter off. I managed a hello. I would look away as soon as he would make eye contact with me and the second he looked away, I would stare at him. Of course at this point, I had mustered the ability to use my legs and scrambled over to a table to gather myself.

Ok, here is the great part. Normally, upon encountering this situation, I would likely pretend I had something to do, and gather my belongings. I would proudly leave, parade out of the store totally in control of the situation. For the rest of the day I would day dream about that man and replay the situation to my favor if I were someone with any sort of confidence around men. Then, the next day or two days after, I would return to where ever I saw him and hope that I'd bump into him there. If not, he would become a beautiful memory I would hold onto, a man that raised the bar for me.

Not today! As I searched my purse to "check" my blackberry, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, he was staring at me. I thought, "surely, I don't know him do I?" So I carelessly looked up at him. Our eyes met and though I didn't know him, we were smiling. Totally off guard, my retreat plan foiled, he began to approach me! My heart started racing. I could've hyperventilated right there, in front of him, not to mention the 25 other people flowing in and out of the store.

Thankfully, I had returned my sunglasses to my head and I was able to "look out the window" to monitor his approach. The table I had melted to, happened to be handicap (he was paralyzing, I didn't feel guilty), and he athletically seated himself across from me.

Our conversation continued as follows:

"Hi."

"Hi."

"My name is Adam."

"Trisha."

"I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met."

(giggling) "Thank you."

Silence. SO many thoughts racing through my head. Did he just say that? Should I tell him how dangerously gorgeous he is? I should say something. I am NOT beautiful. What the hell is he thinking? I looked around me and picked out five women more beautiful than I. I WAS feeling sexy that day, but that just means I felt like leaving the house, not meeting the man of my dreams, let alone sitting down and having an all out conversation with him. Think of something clever. Say something clever. BE something clever!

"Really. I wanted to... needed to tell you that."

I stared at him. He's handsome, but must be crazy.

"I've seen you in here before and have wanted to tell you so much."

Uhhh.... Hello!? I've never been here before. I felt so awkward. Should I tell him?

"I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else, I've never been here before."

He was embarassed and looked down at the table.

Silence. I smile that "I want to get out of here but don't want to be rude and hurt this man's feelings" smile.

"Sorry, uhh..."

I smiled and said, "I need to get to work. It was nice meeting you." I held out my hand to shake his.

He stared at it as if shaking it would defeat him, and reached out and grasped my hand. Tingles shot up my arm as I gazed into his eyes. He stood to meet me. The encounter felt very sexual.

"I hope to see you again."

I smiled, waiting for my mouth to say something, but all I could do was sigh. Then, I realized I had just sighed to finish off the totally odd moment we had already experienced. I felt so dumb. He laughed and smiled at me. I turned and retreated, pretending I had some important life that called me as I opened the cafe door.

I kept my composure, no smile, no hint of emotion, until I had made it into my car, buckled my seat belt, (which felt like the hardest accomplishment), and turned on my car. Then the thought occurred to me, "am I able to drive?" Reality smacked me across the face and my lips, puckered in their sexy-pose, turned up slightly. I knew I had to get out of there before I started laughing. I didn't want him to see me!

So I reversed the car out of the parking spot, turned toward the exit, and casually looked in my rear view mirror at the store, hoping I'd see him staring back at me. I couldn't see anything.

I made it safely to work, while my mind processed the encounter thoroughly. Once I had parked and was about to un-buckle, I allowed myself to decompress and giggle. I giggled for several minutes. Ok, more like squeal, hit the steering wheel, shake my body in a funny dance giggle.

So yeah. The rest of the day was normal, with the exception of Adam absorbing my every thought and moment.

I'm trying to decide if I'll return to store tomorrow or not...


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UGHH. Sorry. I know it's crap, but thanks for obliging. I had to write, just because I can! Baby went to sleep at 7 and husband is out with his buddies tonight. So, setting all house work aside, I have FREE TIME!