This morning when I picked up my coffee there was a guy in front of me. Dark glasses, shaved head, a groovy tattoo.
He downed his double espresso and left, leaving a waft of delicious aftershave behind him.
I breathed in deeply, downed my coffee and went to the carwash.
There was the same guy. Having his very sexy jeep washed.
Silently standing, waiting.
I waited next to him, breathing in his smell.
We didn’t say hi.
I was shy.
He was too cool.
But I felt something. I am sure he did too.
Now I am on my way to the park to walk my dog. I’m going to sit on a bench and read a book.
If he is there I am going to kiss him.
That is all.