Black loafers and the morning paper

So minus the slippers I am actually wearing as shoes at the moment; what my feet get cold and I left my black flip flops at work (note to self: invest in cute pair of black ballet flats). I do look mighty fresh faced today. My skin has finally cleared up, I have a glow, my typical glow of happiness that I have finally gotten back after a short week of "depression."

So here I am, showing nice cleavage in my yoga top, hair pulled back, smile and glow plastered to my face, when I walk into my Starbucks and see this adorable dark haired gentleman make eye contact with me as I walk in the door.

He's not gorgeous, but mature. Good looking nonetheless. A man. Being of age now, I should be dating Men not Boys but I realize I'm at that awkward age. Too young to be dating mid-thirties or forties but too old to be considering someone my own age. I gafaw at the thought!

I loved his hair, loved loved loved. The kind of hair you could picture your fingers running through when you are trying to be flirtatious. The kind of hair you brush out of his face when you are trying to be sincere, and the kind of hair you grab and tug on playful when you are; uh well you know.

I could have gone without the black canvas loafers though, but his jeans were great and then again who was I to judge, I was wearing suede furry SLIPPERS to starbucks (what I'm going to a ballet class)!

This mysterious Starbucks man gets up and starts to gather his things, looking nervous. I know this look. He is going to come talk to me. He is going to come say hi and I am starting to feel coy, oh wait that's just the sweat beginning to form on my brow.

Just as his things are gathered and he is walking my way....RRRRIIIINNNNNGGGG. Oh of course I am getting a phone call right now. Oh and of course it's work! My boss would be calling. I mean it's not like work doesn't hinder me from having a normal relationship enough as it is. What am I talking about, hinder, if hinder means not allowing!

So I missed my opportunity to talk to cute Starbucks guy. I guess that is just the way life goes. I am starting to realize that God truly does not ever give you more than you can handle in life, and I think at this moment I probably could not handle a relationship. He must know something I don't know and I think I am just going to have to trust it.