A year ago, I got coffee with this girl at school.
I know it doesn’t sound like much,
But it meant much more to me than just coffee because she was the first girl I wrote about.
At the time,
I was writing about either trying to become famous or struggling in law school,
But ever since we had coffee,
I’ve been writing about trying to find the girl of my dreams.
In my original post about her, though,
I was worried I sounded like I only liked her because she looked nice,
So I deleted it,
But I think I only reinforced that perception in a subsequent (and now deleted) post,
So I wanted to write about her today and hopefully,
This time I’ll get it right.
A year ago,
I met this girl in an elevator,
And I can’t remember what I said (probably because it was stupid).
I said something,
She said something back,
And it turned out we lived in the same place for a while without realizing it.
So we exchanged numbers and a few days later,
We agreed to have coffee.
I was happy,
But I was slightly worried because the morning of,
She texted me and said if we could push coffee back a few hours because she was sick,
And I was worried she’d be coughing all over me.
When we met a few hours later,
She didn’t look sick at all.
She just looked nice.
I remember thinking everything was going alright until we got to Starbucks.
There was a long line and two cashiers were taking orders.
She went to the first cashier.
I was going to follow her and offer to pay,
But when the second cashier yelled,
I walked to the second cashier without thinking.
I know it was just coffee,
And I know girls don’t expect you to pay for everything,
But I still felt guilty.
Luckily for me,
She acted as if nothing had happened,
And we sat outside and did nothing but talk for a while.
I remember talking about where we grew up,
What schools we went to,
What brought us to law school,
How we were worried about grades,
Where we thought we’d be in a few years,
Whether we’d actually like the work we’d be doing,
What we liked outside of law school,
What our parents did,
How our parents were getting older,
Which meant that we were getting older too,
And in between all of that,
She mentioned the fact that she had a boyfriend.
I think if she had told me that before we had coffee,
I would have been disappointed,
But when she mentioned that in the middle of our conversation,
I didn’t care because I was just happy to talk to her.
Like I said in my previous post,
I was happy because she was pretty,
And in a superficial way,
I think it’s always nice to be with a pretty girl in any situation because guys give you respect and girls get jealous.
I was happier because it was the first time I had just sat and talked to a girl in a while.
I had been chasing my dream of becoming a famous artist for so long,
I had forgotten how nice it was to just relax for a second,
Talk to a girl,
And enjoy the fall before it became winter,
So when she told me that,
I don’t think it changed anything at all besides the fact that after that day,
I started writing about finding the One instead of about trying to become famous.
The last thing I remember about that day is saying goodbye to her,
And I was actually going to text her that I had a great time but I didn’t,
Partly because she had a boyfriend,
But mostly because I had this mistaken notion that this other girl was my soulmate.
I’m not saying this coffee girl was my soulmate, either, and to be honest,
The last thing I want to do right now is look for anyone,
Or write about finding the One,
Because every time I think I’ve found her,
I just end up disappointed.
All I’m saying is,
I had a nice time with her,
This post conveys that.
So in the meantime,
Maybe I’ll go back to writing about trying to become famous…
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