Starbucks Dude DEFINITELY tried to ask me out today.
When my mom told me the "watch out for Starbucks Dude," I dismissed her concerns as ridiculous. I guess I underestimate my irresistability.
I went in during my break, as usual, and we chatted for a bit. He rang me up, saved me nearly a pound on my drink with a flavor shot and extra espresso and my sandwich, and I said have a great day and went downstairs, also as usual. Maybe half an hour later he comes down to clean the tables and pick up used mugs and plates, and he sees me reading. Well, he was at the little table next to my little table. So. He said hi, and asked what I was reading. I showed him my Bill Bryson book, and he asked me what it was about, blah blah blah. Then he said something to the effect of "I like to read too," but I didn't really hear him so I just nodded and smiled and went back to my book.
When I was about to leave, I brought my mug back up to be nice (it was always nice when I was at the B&N cafe to not have to go pick up the plates and stuff customers left around). He saw me again, and struck up another conversation. "I like to read too. Mostly history. We should talk about books sometime." And I was just thinking, Okay... when would that be? I'm not gonna hang around the barista area on my break while you make drinks for people.
"What do you do on the weekends?"
Crap.
Luckily I didn't have to lie, because I really am traveling for the next three weekends. France, then Stratford-upon-Avon, then Dublin. I kind of stretched the truth a bit after, when I said I had finals the next week and then I went back home to the states. He might have looked a little disappointed, but I'm not going to flatter myself. Whatever. After asking me when I'd be in next, I was like, Gottagobye!!
And I laughed on the inside all the way back to work, with a giggle out loud here and there. I thought it was funny, because it was EXTREMELY awkward. And it's not like there's anywhere else where I can sit and read for an hour; trust me, breaks get old real fast if you're not doing anything to pass the time.
It's too bad I don't find him attractive at all. He reminds me of Theodore from The Chipmunks with longer hair and a soul patch. If Theodore were about 30.
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I once got asked out by a guy who had a vaguely Chipmunk cast to his features. He became our class valedictorian and is now a published author.
Of course, when I was asked by Theodore, I said, "yes."
We went to see "Greencard" together.
And, to be perfectly honest, of the four dates that I went on in high school (the three others were with girls--or, I should say, the SAME girl), my "date" with Theodore was the most fun.
Haha cute. Unfortunately it's a bit different for me, since he isn't really a peer or anything--he's just some dude who gets my coffee. I don't know anything about him, name, background whatever. And I'm not entirely keen on finding out.
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