Monday, October 13, 2014
Why can't waking up on Monday mornings be more like taking a bite into a freshly fried golden piece of chicken?
When you see a piece of fried chicken you smile because you know what's going to happen. The aroma of freshly fried chicken gently wafts around the in the air and makes it's way into your nose. You take a deep breath to let it drown your senses. You know you're going to take a bite into the chicken and your mouth will be delightfully greeted by the crunch of a perfectly salty and crispy skin and the satisfaction that comes from the tenderness of the soft and juicy white meat. Then, you'll close your eyes to fully enjoy this moment and you'll send positive thoughts toward which ever genius created the dish.
Where was I? Oh, right!
Monday.
Devastatingly, nothing about Monday mornings resembles enjoying a nice hot, fresh piece of fried chicken.
Monday marks the beginning of my week. I am always tempted to hit the snooze on my alarm clock so that I can sleep in for an extra thirty minutes. It's hard to tear myself away from the bliss of peaceful darkness and warmth in the cocoon of my blanket in bed. But the shrill of the alarm sound reminds me that I need to get up so that I can leave my house and beat the traffic of the dreaded morning rush hour.
It takes me about half an hour to get ready because I am so sluggish and I resent myself for getting up so early. 5:40 AM is a ridiculous time for a wake up call. The street lamps are still lit because even the sun hasn't woken up to do his job. Nevertheless, I get into the car and unwillingly drive my butt to school.
This semester, my first class on Monday begins at 8:35 AM, so I try to arrive on campus an hour before the class begins to get myself situated. My day drags on from there. The last class I have starts at 5 PM and ends around 8:05 PM.
Blah. Blah. Blah... Even thinking about my Mondays makes me excruciatingly bored.
I am so tempted to come in late or even skip my first class, but I get an ounce of motivation when I think about my future as a nurse. I love what I'm majoring in. I'm a junior this year and I just started the first level of the nursing program this Fall. I'm not living in misery on Mondays, but boy do I sure feel like a wilted flower by the end of the day.
Today, the professor let us out earlier than 8, so I decided to study at a cafe near my house for a change of scenery before heading home.
I walked into the building and instantly the strong coffee saturated air invaded my senses. My phone buzzed in my hand and I looked as a flood of text messages came through-
But then, something happened.
A deep, warm voice said, "Hey there, how's it going?"
My felt myself gasp and my heart beat quicken. I looked up suddenly, texts forgotten, to find where the voice was coming from. My eyes urgently scanned behind the bar and I found myself staring right at the source. The voice was coming from a tall man with thick, chestnut brown hair and broad shoulders. He had taut, well defined arms and I could see the swell of some of his veins against his tanned skin. His hands were large, well worked, very strong and masculine. My eyes were making their way down to his abdomen right before my line of sight was obstructed by the counter.
"Ahem", he cleared his throat. I closed my gaping mouth shut. I quickly trailed my eyes back up to meet his.
"Helloooo", I manage to speak out.
His coffee brown eyes were on me and I could feel my body reacting to my embarrassment. He had a sly smirk on his face. He caught me staring at him- no, worse. I was in the middle of checking him out, literally. My insides were melting.
I gave him a small smile and said, "Hey," then I felt my smile grow as I built up the courage to shamelessly ask him, "How are you?"
To my surprise his face lit up and his sly smirk transformed into a full blown heart stopping smile that reached his eyes, with teeth and all.
"I'm great, what can I do for you tonight?", he asks.
Oh, I know what you can do for me.
I suck in my lower lip between my teeth to holding on to whatever ounce of self control that I still have to stop myself from saying what I actually think.
I smile and bravely look him in the eyes and tell him what I want, "I want you. Right now. Right here. You and me" I say assertively.
Just kidding.
"A venti iced coffee with soy. Please."
"Do you want it sweetened?" He asks.
I nod, "Mmmhm, half sweetened" is all I can reply.
He chuckles, "Alright, you got it," he gave me one last smile before turning his back to start working on my coffee.
I felt a huge smile erupt on my face and let out the breath that I was holding . I made my way over to the nearest table and picked the chair with the best view of the counter.
I settled down and watched him as he finished making my coffee. He caught me looking at him as quickly turned around and saw me, "I have your coffee here," he says.
"Yay caffeine! Thanks! It's been a long day," I sigh. I flashed him a smile and without waiting for him to reply I walk back to my table.
I am supposed to be studying but I really can't. I really can't do anything here. I don't know how anyone else can with this gorgeous man behind the counter. The only thing I can focus on is observing him and watching him work. I watch as his broad shoulders move as he operates the machines and pours drinks. He catches me watching him and shoots me a knowing look. I give him one last smirk before I decide that I've had enough.
To save myself from embarrassment, I waited for the crowd of customers to order at the counter before I pack up my things and slip out the door.
Once outside, I quickly looked back at him and instantly regretted leaving. He sensed my gaze from outside and started to turn towards me but I walked away before out eyes met.
I'm not sure what I would have done if I stayed there until closing time, a part of me is sad that I'm probably never going to find out. An even bigger part of me is relieved that I didn't act on my impulses because then I probably wouldn't ever be able to bring myself to visit that cafe again.
Insanely good looking coffee man, I will see you again soon... in my dreams when the caffeine wears out and I can go to sleep. Maybe I'll actually see him again in real life, but until then he's just another fantasy.
1 point for finally rustling up some freakin self control
