“When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?”
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)

So people want to know…or it’s just a character flaw of mine that I can gloss over important things after only mentioning it…probably the latter. Hell I like the attention, how could I not delve into a story. From this point on my “person who I am sweet on” shall be known as the Vixen. Funny how things work out alot of the time. My roommate asked me a good place to meet someone…my answer is now Starbucks.

So anyway I am a Starbucks fiend. I go in the morning and in the afternoon. In addition to my friend who works there I know the names of about…seven employees (three others left) and I also have two crews; one in the morning and another in the afternoon. These consist of an illegal immigrant, a postal employee, (Fez is there in the morning, but he is NOT part of my crew) two U of MD grad students, a former Starbucks employee, A dude I know named Gus (occaisionally) and all the crazy people who walk that area…they kind of invite themselves. Anyway I had been getting along famously with both crews for some weeks, however one day this beautiful sister rolls up and starts talking to my man…of course since he works there he knows plenty of people…including sisters. I teased him later about how it was unfair that he knows all the fine ladies from building their addiction to Starbucks (it’s crack). I thought it may have been a one time meeting since I hadn’t seen her…and I hang out there…alot…like for real…maybe too much. Anyway it so happens that another day when the full afternoon crew is present and my Ace () has come down to scoop me up she pops up again. As we left I scolded my man, “YouWOULD be ready to go now wouldn’t you?” I pretty much knew that if I saw her again I would have to assert my presence something fierce…damn that. No third strikes kids. Next time I saw her it was on. No full press, but I made sure we had some convo. As it so happens she was what really prompted me to write the Lost Art post. She was experiencing a “repeat caller” and I couldn’t help but think that there was another cat wasting chances and ruining it for the rest of us. I gave her, at two different times, advice on how to get this dude away from her. In the midst of this, we just ended up talking quite a bit. It seemed like we would show up first or other people would bounce for some long enough that we could just talk. She was cool…I mean that not just in the usual way, but she was calm and even in temperment. That does a lot for me, I’m not a dramatic person by nature so people who are tend to chaff me a little. When she informed me that dude was still calling I gave her one last bit of advice, “Tell him you met a man that has boyish charm; is loved by children and animals…and go out with me.” Funny cause I asked her with two other cats there, but no one picked up on it. I figured between the repeat caller and Fez trying to get her to go to the Cheesecake Factory I had to do something. So we kicked it…we went out, we talked, we ate some food. It just went down. As appropriate to my belief that nothing ever goes according to plan…while I’m always able to maintain my composure and beliefs in this area, I didn’t get to keep to my little “dating plan” . She’s cooked for me before I could do it for her. We stayed out late. For the first time ever someone know about my first “private spot”. Don’t worry kids, I have some more she doesn’t know about. Strangest of all is that I’m never dating anyone around this time of year. I always end up single during the festival season. I’ve had a break up the week before they started, but I’ve never been connected during the season. Ah well. I guess you just have to flow with it sometimes.