Starbucks Encountered

     Apparently, my beauty is mesmerizing. Or at least that is what the man who handed me his email address scribbled on a piece of scrap paper said to me. I saw him staring at me at the Starbucks, where I sat typing new stories for my blog spot. Every time I sat back and looked up from my screen he was there staring at me. I offered a weak smile and looked away, appearing engrossed in my work. When I saw him leave I felt relieved and then I felt bad for having felt relieved. But my feeling would be short lived as I looked up and there he was standing next to my table, my mystery man in a blue Carhart type work jacked. He walked up to me and said, "I felt compelled to come back and take a chance. Do what you feel is right by you but your beauty is mesmerizing and I wanted to take my chance and give you my email."

     He said his name was Mike and I said I was Annie and that was that. He walked away. The older gentlemen sitting across from me gave me one of those knowing smiles and I just laughed. Mike's actions were flattering, humorous, bold and brazen - two qualities I admire. Too bad he was born under the wrong name, I thought as I tore up his email address. I mean, after all, I've never met a Mike that wasn't a dick. I should know. I've dated 12 of them. 

(p.s. - this does not mean that I don't have friends named Mike or that Mike's are not good people. It just means that I shouldn't date them. But maybe you should. Anyway, I mean no offense to Mike's around the world.)