sugar packet art
Here's my number. You should call me if you ever get bored. You can ask me to coffee. I'll politely ask you if you had somewhere particular in mind, and you'll probably say no. I'll then begin to list off three or four of my favorite coffee shops and you'll probably say that you don't care and that I should pick. I'll ask what part of town you live in and then choose from there (even though all the coffee shops I named off are all on the same street and are within four blocks from each other). I'll give you directions and then when we're about to hang up, I'll remember that we didn't even set a time. “Hey, hold on!” I'll exclaim. We'll settle on the next day. Probably 2-ish…or 7-ish.
I'll leave my house approximately 25 minutes early. I'll bring a book so that when I arrive too early, I can catch up on my reading. I arrive and I'm exactly 12 minutes early. I'll go to the counter and decide that I'll be up all night if I get coffee (we chose 7-ish) and instead, will get some tea. I can't decide whether I want Jasmine or Green tea, so I settle for Black (after ordering, I'll remember that Black tea has almost the same amount of caffeine that coffee has and will wonder why I didn't just get coffee instead). I'll go and sit down on the couch by the window and will try to look sophisticated holding my cup of tea in one hand and holding my book open with the other. Except my fingers are too weak to hold open the book–there are two inches between the page that my pinky holds and the page my thumb holds. I can't read anything and the book is about to close in on my fingers. Fine. I'll put my tea down.
I'll be able to finally read, but then I won't be able to read. I'll order valtrex no prescription wonder if I should get up and give you a hug when you come. I'll wonder if you really even want to be here, or if you just gave in because I kind of forced you (well, I didn't force you, I just told you that you should). I'll wonder this, I'll wonder that, I'll wonder here, I'll wonder there…I'll wonder anywhere! Then I'll get upset with myself, realizing how retarded I am.
Then you'll walk in (and without question, you'll probably be absolutely beautiful…like always). You'll look around and then you'll see me sitting at the couch by the window. I'll smile at you and say “Hey, how are ya!” but I won't give you a hug. You'll inform me that you will be back and that you are going to order some coffee. I'll pretend to read when you order (still can't read though). You'll come back with Green tea. I'll assume you thought it was too late for coffee too.
I'll ask the stupid question I almost always ask, “Did you find the place okay?” Immediately after asking, I'll secretly scowl at my idiotic predictability. You'll probably say that you've passed the place a few times in the past, but have never stopped in. You'll say it's nice and that you like it. I'll say that I'm glad. And I will be.
About an hour and a half will pass. I'll probably have a handful of delicious “you” tidbits and you'll probably have a handful of retarded jokes that I have tried to make you laugh with. There probably will be sugar packet art all over my side of the table, or little pieces of ripped-up napkin all over (I can't sit for an hour and a half without playing with something). My throat will start to feel a bit dry from all the talking. I'll wonder what will happen next.
That's where you come in.
* Katrina is a girl who lives in Denver, Colorado. Katrina spends her time fighting with her cat and crying when she loses the fights. She also enjoys writing non-sequitur letters to non-sequitur strangers, so email her at sellula@gmail.com if interested.
