Okay. Coffee boyfriend.
There's a cutie indierock boy who is probably like, 12 years old at the Bean. He likes my hair and tells me so, and made this huge effort to remember my name. I think I left him a five dollar tip at xmas or something because he finally remembered. So now when I'm walking if he drives by, he excitedly yells, "Hi Allyson!"
The other day I went in and ordered a medium chai latte, and he was fixing the drinks. He gave me a large, and I said, "oh, I only paid for a medium, and he winked and said, "I know."
So that's my Coffee Bean Boyfriend Story.
Plei, do you want me to have a Sudden Emergency wink wink that will require your presence on the 13th? Just let me know.
Eh, we've already committed to the nephew's thing. We may just try to squeeze some other stuff in around it.
If possible.
Allyson, mark that post as a reminder to your brain that, in the Reality Based Community, you rock like Slayer or something.
Kristen, he's edible. Man, I kind of miss that stage.
They don't have teeth at that stage.
It's great.
that's adorable. I love him.
I am not gonna post my thoughts on the day and just smile at smart young boys that appreciate Allyson's hair and prettiness.
C'mon, msbelle. LJ is down. This is like, the pre-Flist days. We're forced to post our innermost thoughts in public.
yeah, not better.
This too shall pass and yada yada yada.
You know, ten years ago, nothing about that post would have made sense.
Allyson, surely you jest.
Let me introduce myself, I am prudey mcrepressedster.
Now let me go make light of a situation so you will forget that I almost shared an emotion.
