Latte, stat!
I’m going to have to get a bit more strategic in my coffee shop-quest for love. Strategic in my location choices, visit times, and plan of attack. Hitting up a quaint shop in the middle of a shopping mecca is likely NOT going to land me standing behind Mr. Friday-night date. It put me right between the cute couple straight outta their land rover with bugaoo baby carriage stuffed with a future baby Gap model and the two sorority chicks fresh from yoga class at lululemon. Having a “hot” day, aka those fantastic days where you feel cute and confident? Well, this is the day to have coffee with every meal, and at three different shops. And while the mother-ship of coffee shops at Kierland is sure to guarantee some great looking dudes, it’s also highly unlikely to result in a first date with a gentleman that is not known to the bouncer at Dollhouse and doesn’t use perezhilton and espn for his newssources…
So pending I find the right coffee shop, and stand in just the right line, however will it start? I can’t quite base my hopes and dreams on my favorite lifetime movie “Lucky 7″ where she overlooks the bagel guy (McDreamy) only to find he used to work on Wall Street and love blooms. Riiiight. I can’t quite ask the time, as I’ve done in the past even while wearing my trusty watch and iphone in hand… um, embarrassing. And do I ask him if he’s ever tried the newest flavor of cake pop? Bo-ring.
You can’t plan it, you can’t practice it, it just happens. You’re nervously waiting for your turn to order, hoping he’ll smile at you when you catch eye contact, then he softly touches your shoulder for your attention. You turn around, smiling sweetly at green eyes and he kindly tells you that your big ‘ol bag just knocked over five bags of organic fruit snacks in the display behind you, and that you better pick them up so nobody trips. Gee, thanks.
