winterene (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} winterene) wrote,@ 2009-10-23 14:04:00 |
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There Is a God and She Hates Me, Part II
As I was about to walk into the Starbucks at Hillcroft and US-59 in Houston, a young woman, redhead, which I like, was sitting at a table. The wind knocked over her tall can of Arizona iced tea, and I used that as an excuse to break the ice and speak to her.
Unlike most attractive women, especially ones wearing headphones, she did not keep her headphones on, or immediately put them back in, but she took out her headphone and set it on the table, a sign that she didn't mind me talking to her.
When I came back out with my coffee I chatted with her some more, but here's the catch--just an hour earlier I had accepted a contract position in Princeton.
So yeah, as soon as the first attractive woman in a long time seems like she might be interested, I have to leave town.
As I was about to walk into the Starbucks at Hillcroft and US-59 in Houston, a young woman, redhead, which I like, was sitting at a table. The wind knocked over her tall can of Arizona iced tea, and I used that as an excuse to break the ice and speak to her.
Unlike most attractive women, especially ones wearing headphones, she did not keep her headphones on, or immediately put them back in, but she took out her headphone and set it on the table, a sign that she didn't mind me talking to her.
When I came back out with my coffee I chatted with her some more, but here's the catch--just an hour earlier I had accepted a contract position in Princeton.
So yeah, as soon as the first attractive woman in a long time seems like she might be interested, I have to leave town.
