I'm so lame I need advice about a boy. Yes, I'm mentally fourteen.
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So I can't make coffee to save my life. Sad but true. Also bizarre, since I'm a fine cook in all other regards. Anyhow, I buy coffee basically every day from this teeny tiny cafe across the street from me.
Well, yesterday I met the afternoon barista for the first time. And he's cute as hell. And we talked for almost an hour about all sorts of things while just standing around. Coffee, a building we'd both once lived in, city politics, life, all sorts of things. Early on we both discovered we were married very young and talked about how people react to you when you're 30ish and already have the first marriage over and done.
So yeah, I'd say we hit it off. And I
think he was flirting with me, but I'm a spazz about such things.
So I went to get coffee this afternoon (I took a "bad ankle day"), and hoped to see him- not in yet. Debating going back later on to grab another cup, and bring a cookbook I own he said he'd love to take a look at, but I don't know if that would seem, well, crazy and creepy. Moreso since I don't know if he even works today, since he joked he only works there a couple days a week to keep himself in free coffee.