Diner Of Doom/She Blinked First

I must never go to Coffee Shop again.

It is a minefield of beautiful women. Sensory. Overload. Every female employee there, in almost every ethnicity, was. Fucking. Hot. And the majority of the female customers were beautiful as well.

Food was pretty good. A little expensive. Service was good. The wait for our food sucked.

And the bevy of gorgeous women more than made up for it.

Believe me. I used to work in a strip club. I knew a lot of pretty hot girls who danced. But these women-- not a hint of plastic anywhere. Each one was 100% natural, just like my OJ-- a plus for me when it comes to diners (the OJ, I mean.) I needed an extra glass just to cool down.

So I must never go there again, because I must have fallen in love, like, every 25 seconds.

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I think I'll have brunch there next week. ; {)

(...)

This more than offsets last night, when PG showed up at a party I was already at. It was bound to happen, I guess-- the party was for a co-worker. But I thought the twinge in my stomach was due to the fact that I was expecting to run into L since I was in her neighborhood. (Update: L had e-mailed me when she got back from her trip a few weeks ago. I have not replied or called her back. I think she got the message.)

So, just like all week at work, we didn't look at each other or make conversation. We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek during introductions, just to be polite. It was interestingly uncomfortable and fun at the same time. It was a small party of no more than 10 of us, but I kept talking to other people and not PG.

Then it happened.

I caught her stealing a quick glance at me. It was in a brief moment and she tried to pass it off like she was looking elsewhere, but it was so obvious. I had looked at her, too, but I made sure she didn't notice.

Later, when everybody else got up from us, there was a slight lull of weird silence. I kept my head turned toward the TV and watching sports. (Note: I never watch sports.) She decided to speak to me.

Her: "So, my friend, (so-and-so,) is coming."

Me: "Oh, that's cool."

Her friends came over. The friends came over to talk to me, breaking the ice by commenting about my jacket. I sat down on the arm of the chair PG was sitting in, my back to her. She reached out and pinched my butt. I looked at PG and smiled, but only briefly, and looked away.

I was having so much fun ignoring her, I almost felt bad, so I decided to test the waters a little bit. PG and I were sitting kitty corner, and her foot was touching my leg. I paused my conversation for a minute, looked at her deadpan and said:

"Excuse me, but could you please stop touching me?"

The look on her face was funny because I scared her. She mumbled "I'm sorry," quickly and looked away. I turned and slapped her knee playfully to let her know I was joking.

It was then I realized that I was still in control of this situation. Whatever I've been doing (by not doing it) is working in my favor. So it was no surprise to me that when we got to the club we were supposed to be at, PG and her girls went in with us, and briefly left a few minutes later. I'm sure she had other places to be, but being around me wasn't high on her list of priorities.

No matter. There were some cute girls from a bachelorette party seated next to our table.

And on their way out they passed me in line for the restroom. Even though PG just walked by me, her friend gave me a kiss on the cheek. That was a nice touch.