I am not a coffee drinker. I never have been. So when I need a little afternoon pick me up now that it’s getting colder (and now that there is less daylight), I go for Chai or Hot Chocolate. I am very particular about my Chai. I happen to like it sweet, which alot of coffee shops cannot accomplish. Which leaves me with the hot chocolate option.
This is how I met Mr. Coffee. I ran out this afternoon to grab a hot chocolate and the guy working there was shameless in his flirting with me. He was joking around with me, teasing me about my order, and then asked me how old I was. He didn’t believe me (I look about 10 years younger than I am…I know! It’s annoying.) and asked me if I had a driver’s license. I showed it to him. He starts telling me about his sister. I try to leave saying that I have to get back to work. He asks where I work and I tell him “around the block.” He tells me that he’s hoping to see me again soon, and hopes I “become something of a regular.”
Super.
Where are all the smart, handsome, successful, eligible bachelors New York is always bragging about? If they live here, I have certainly never met them.
