leg

I was sitting there in the café, minding my own business. At the same table w/ a couple of workmates but not really *with* them. We were just sitting at the same table, if you know what I mean. Zippo conversation.

She came and sat at the table to my right. 2 oclock.

I'm anal, wanting to know everything I can know about here and now, so I looked around. There were plenty of other empty tables. "Why did you sit *right there*, young lady," I'm asking in my head? THERE ARE OTHER TABLES I screamed in my head. Why you tryna distract me that way?

Answer was obvious. She wanted *me* to see *her*. Arrogant thought, maybe, but hey. *shrug*

She didn't order anything. In this café she had nothing to eat. she just sat there. Seemed like she had a lot on her miind. Maybe even worried about something. Kept looking down... avoiding eye contact. Just seemed to be waiting, for what I didn't know.

I thought it strange, but she wore a pearlescent gray overcoat (do women wear overcoats?), the exact same overcoat I should have bought the first time I saw it 10 yrs ago when I saw it on sale. An overcoat she made no effort to keep from falling open to reveal the divinely almost-too-short emerald green dress w/ black paisley shapes on it.

Right in front of me she crossed her right leg over her left, revealing all sorts of wondrous leg while continuing to avoid eye-contact with everyone in the room. Out the cell phone came. She never looked up once. Until...

I sat facing this way, as I say... minding my own business. I noticed when she sat down. Couldn't help it. The motion had a.... flourish, to it. It was a little dramatic. I could have been wrong, but she wanted *my* attention.

She sat facing exactly that way, no more than 6 feet from me, giving me a perfect view of one outstanding ham. Olive skin. Black hair. That dress was fitting. That leg looking mighty fine.

I did what I had to do. What the natural order of things demanded. Could I sit there and let her be ignored? Of course not. That would NOT have been appropriate. I did the right thing. What the situation demanded. I left the table I was at, not talking to fellow drones, grabbed my plate and Styrofoam cup of coffee, and moved over to hers.

Hey, I'm todd. What's your name? She told me. Would you like a soda, something to drink? Yeah. Pepsi.

Cool. Be right back. I went up to get her a Pepsi.

Before I got back,

I woke up.

Dreams are way too funny.

jesus effing christ.
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yeah.

pissed me off too. royally. 'cause me and the woman w/ the pearlescent overcoat and the green dress and olive skin and black hair... oh yeah... were jussssst about to conversate. make a "connection."

big time. and i had to go and WAKE UP. my lord.

*shakin my head here*