From the cafe:

The girl at my new hangout has obviously either just broken up with someone or has just fallen in love. She keeps playing the Wallflowers over and over again. I remember when I got to work along at the Travel Bug in Van and I was still all giddy over Pickle and would play Dave Mathews, Everything but the Girl, and Supreme Beings of Leisure over and over whilst gazing stupidly at nothing and forcing customers to wake me from my reverie with their mundane requests. It makes me smile nostalgically and wonder how many brain cells are left in your head to do actual thinking when you first fall in love with someone. They all seem to be used up in giggles and cuddles and fuzzy weirdness.

Looking at the girl, I think she's in love rather than in mourning. She keeps cutely waking out of a daze and smiling. Heh. Maybe she's just fantasizing about me naked.

So I look over a few more times. She _is_ looking at me kinda funny. We _are_ alone in the place. So I give her what I hope is a cute frustrated look with regards to the paper I'm working on. She giggles. Hmm.

I invite her to have a seat and we chat a bit and she's decidedly ditzy, but in a nice way. She's got some hair on her face to I brush it away and suddenly I'm biting her lower lip and she's letting out small sounds and her eyes are closed tilted upwards. I kiss her and move down her cheek and to her neck and she gets aggressive and sits me on the table and hey, look at that, my top is off and she's got her tongue slowly circling my left nipple. Her hand is softly touching my right breast and intermittantly pinching my nipple. I can feel myself getting wet as hell and I'm thinkin' "I gotta wear my Predator t-shirt more often."