I am a faithful Starbucks drinker. I go if not once a day but 2 or 3 times. If I stopped drinking from there, I could probably save up a down payment for a condo. So needless to say, the Starbucks staff knows me & they know what I drink. Sometimes they have the drink done & ready for me before I even order. (That’s the one time I change it up as I like to f*ck w/ them. It’s really my only joy during the day). My new caffinated religion started when I first moved downtown about 5 years ago. Vancouver’s downtown core alternates between sushi restaurants and Starbucks’ locations. If you don’t believe go stand on the corner of Thurlow & Robson and view the opposing coffee shops. But the new proximity made it easy for me to gain a new found addiction and our love affair began.
When I first moved downtown, I lived in the west end with 2 girls that had nothing other then a fateful ending. My Starbucks located on Davie & Cardero next to the Safeway where I was robbed on my birthday (yea, 31 was great but I digress). There were 2 guys that worked there that I always chatted with. One had a delightful accent & would inadvertently give me grandés when I’d only order talls. The other was a goofy looking but friendly manager. I really didn’t think to much of it back then. I mean, when I worked retail, I chatted with our regulars too. It creates good relationships right?
However, things at home weren’t as sympatico and it was decided that it would be best if I moved out. For those that know me, know that well, I’m not exactly easy going… no, I think I’ve heard the saying: Leanne, RELAX, many many times. Yes, I can work myself into quite the frenzy and even more so on moving day. So caught up in all I had to do that day, I thought I’d take a break and run down to my west end Starbucks just ONE more time. The friendly manager was working that April morning and was telling me about the great day he was having. His manager had came in that morning and had given him TWO Canuck Playoff tickets.
Now, for those not huge hockey fans, not from Vancouver or even Canada for that matter may not know what a coveted item hockey playoff tickets are in Vancouver. They sell out FAST and have to be one of the best things about hockey (playoffs that is).
So as he’s gloating about his glorious present he mentions that he has NO IDEA who he can take with him to the game that night….
My response: Oh yea? Well, good luck with that. And I walked away from his crest fallen face.
As the door was hitting on me on the ass, I realize “DOH!” that was the biggest hint drop EVER but what was I supposed to do then? Go running back in & say.. OH TAKE ME! TAKE ME! I get it now?
Yea, not so much. But like I said he was goofy looking & the Nucks lost anyways. Even better was the fact that I moved & never went into that location again. So dude probably thought it was him… meh.
This gave me a little insight to why I must be single… I’m retarded. Has to be as the retardation reared it’s ugly head again just last nite. As I was out w/ some friends for a post bday drink, I got chatted up by a guy that I HAD met before (about a week and a half ago) and was making a pretty obvious play for me… or at least showing he was interested. THAT much I got. However, he says to me “I hope to see you again” & I respond with .. “yea, you will” (non Shaloah way)... Fueled by the fact my friends thought he was cute led me to a quick panic about exactly how will I see you again? how will this happen? or when? in November? Yea, I got nothing. Not a oh, sure.. why don’t you call me? or, you should come to this. (course being that I rarely go out, I have nothing to invite him too. The Sex in the City characters always conveniently had openings and parties on the go.) My friends mentioned that there really wasn’t really anything else I could have said there but coming from a newly married and a newly boyfriended, they dont’ know what it’s like to be desperate er I mean a woman on the go.
So Great. Now I have to resort back to grade nine tactics and go stalk Malone’s patio. Worst is that I saw Hoops there & he’ll probably think I’m stalking him.. WHICH I’m not.. setting the record straight.. AIN’T YOU… the other one.. the other one I’m stalking but in a good way.