Sex & the Southern City: Barista Boy
From time to time (read: when I have nothing to write about), I’ll share highlights from my life as a single woman. These posts will no doubt be great lessons for those of you just starting the single life. And, yes, these stories are true.
Karen and I have just finished a dinner of sushi and (many) saki martinis … which, of course, leads to ribald conversation and naughty confessions. There are still secrets waiting to be spilled postprandial, so we walk to a nearby coffee shop. A tall, very cute barista waits behind the counter. Fueled by my martini confidence, I order my latte with a flirt and a hair toss. Barista Boy repeats my order.
Me: “That’s a cute accent you have. Where are you from?”
Barista Boy: “I don’t have an accent. I have a speech impediment.”
Single girl scores again!
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Labels: boys, dork, flirting, Sex and the Southern City
posted by Cup @ 9:41 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
She shoots, she scores!
I got the moves, baby.
Next time you want to flirt with the coffee counter clerk try this:
"They call me Coffey, because I grind so fine". Coffee boy will get over his speech impediment in a hurry.
Oh . . . My . . . God! That is so friggin' awesome. You have no idea. How great would it be if he was just messing with you?
RCOFCHS: I should hire you as my flirt-line writer.
JEREMY: That would be so sad if he was ... but the other barista gave him shit for his response, pointing out that he blew a good flirt opportunity. Oh, yeah, and every single person in that very crowded Caribou Coffee laughed.
you probably just tongue tied the boy with your fabulous-ness, babe
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Ha ha ha! If I were him I would have been flattered! (At least if I really believed you!) That was actually nice of you to say to him, so I wouldn't feel bad about it.
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