I look up from my book and out of the corner of my eye I see him walking towards me. I feel a slight anxiety brewing under my skin. He smiles when he sees that Ive noticed him. He has a glowing smile. I smile a little too.
He greets me with a warm hug and I feel the nervousness of our meeting melting away within me. As I listen to him speak I cant help but notice the kind air about him. He seems to have such a passion for life and positive energy. He puts his hand on the small of my back frequently, as if to get my attention. When I look away, I notice him staring at me from the corner of my eye, but when I look back he just laughs. He makes me laugh with ease. We drift back into a great conversation and before we know it, hours have passed by in the span of minutes. However, it is dark now and we must part ways.
As Im walking away, I glance back and notice him still looking at me. I smile. I leave glowing from the days events and the anticipation of what comes next...
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It's Saturday afternoon. I just woke up and barely managed to gather all my limbs and crawl into the nearest coffee shop. Some babe is frenetically reading a book and can't seem to be able to put it down. Must be a chick book. This place is usually dead and it's a wonder it's still open: there's never anyone here. They must be selling drugs or something. Crazy snow outside, why isn't it spring already, I wonder. I love the first true warm days of spring, where no matter what shit hits your fan, you can't help but smile and feel truly alive.
The book worm looked up from her book and caught me smiling at the thoughts of spring. She smiled back. I just realized that I forgot my lighter at home, and I gotta have a smoke with my first morning coffee… maybe miss Harlequin's got a light. I walk over toward her and now she's looking at me with anxiety. This will take some diplomacy, I don't want to stumble on an anti-smoker-that-has-the-right-to-tell-you-how-to-live, so I give her my best smile but I probably look like a bulldog protecting his drooled-over slipper. It kind of worked and she smiled back, although she might be smiling at the waiter by the cash. I don't know.
For some reason, when I reached her table, she got up. Can't let her escape to the bathroom before I get a light so I grab her by the waist and pretend to hug her, feeling quickly with my right hand for something resembling a lighter in her pockets. I feel her breasts moving up and down with her breath as we're hugging and I'm more than slightly turned on, so now I have to sit and hide the bulge in my pants, but miss Harlequin remains standing. I start telling her about how much I love my coffee & cigarette, how they're, like, the ultimate champion's breakfast but she's not really listening. A few times, I tried to pull her down to get her to sit down again, but she wouldn't move. I feel like I could pull down her pants, right here in the coffee shop, and she wouldn't react. She must've bought some of the drugs they must be selling here… Or trying to decide whether to run away screaming. I'm not sure. I try to get a reaction by telling bad blonde jokes and she just about died laughing. That's me, Bozo the Clown.
She eventually caught on that she was still standing and sat back down. Since I'm not officially awake yet, my mind wanders in all directions and we ended up talking about how the Lord of the Rings is really just a metaphor for women's p.m.s.
Eventually, miss Harlequin gets up and leaves. That's when I notice it's dark outside and I realize she never gave me a light. She glances back at me and sees me looking back. She smiles and starts walking away again. I get up to run after her, but the waiter tackles me at the door. I forgot to pay for my coffee.
2007
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