its supposed to be sunny this weekend, and rain on monday.
i love this place. jaime and i drove to montrose today, and sat in the empire cafe for almost four hours...
she sat there. smoking marlboro ultra lights, moving the silver box around the table, drinking some of the best espresso ever, with her red retro sunglasses, and her red corvette lipgloss. her hair, blonde, black, and red.. short and scandelous, like her love. her eyes, a smokey shade of greys, black, and some deep reds, with intense black eyeliner, and her eyelashes as long as could be. looking around, admiring all the beautiful women and breathtaking men, putting out her cigarette. lighting the next. taking off her sunglasses only when an acceptable male speaks to her. keeping the sunglasses on for the unworthy ones. and every few seconds, she would glance at me. and all i could do was smile and blow her a kiss.
there i was. wearing my bronze hinted serengetis, my simple white tank top,and some blue jeans, along with some checkerboard slipons that have holes in the toes from my high school days. i was trying out my new image. my hair, paris blonde and ruby red partings. drastic change, indeed. my face was painted quite angelic, yet flirtacious. lots of blondes and pinks,with a smokey charcoal eyeliner, and MAC zoom mascara. my favorite lipglass, zazoom it is. and as i sat there, admiring her who was admiring me; i couldnt help but think to myself about the gentleman who was sitting in one of the barstools. he was only drinking water and he continued to look at me, seeing past this new so-called image of myself, and saw more, and he smiled. i approached him, and he offered to buy me a drink if deemed necessary. i wanted water. he talked, we talked, i mostly listened. he was tall, and he had this optimistic view on life, and i couldn't help but wish it was someone else. someone who i dreamed of talking to, sitting in this exact spot. this cafe in houston. indeed. i thanked him for his hospitality and the conversation was wonderful, but i was just visiting in town and didn't need the strings. he smiled and laughed and said "you're absolutely amazing. i admire you.. and that smile." flattered. i joined back with her who was talking with a random "him", who seemed like his penis was about to jump out of his pants and right into hers. i interrupted, still thinking about my dream-man. and asked her...
would you like to see a movie tonight?
she never understood why i asked that, and i have no intention to tell her. we never did see a movie tonight. instead we are going to a party that her friend is throwing. i suppose it will be a good thing, fresh air is always nice.
perhaps ill dream of the theater another time.
dream it is.
xoxo
i love this place. jaime and i drove to montrose today, and sat in the empire cafe for almost four hours...
she sat there. smoking marlboro ultra lights, moving the silver box around the table, drinking some of the best espresso ever, with her red retro sunglasses, and her red corvette lipgloss. her hair, blonde, black, and red.. short and scandelous, like her love. her eyes, a smokey shade of greys, black, and some deep reds, with intense black eyeliner, and her eyelashes as long as could be. looking around, admiring all the beautiful women and breathtaking men, putting out her cigarette. lighting the next. taking off her sunglasses only when an acceptable male speaks to her. keeping the sunglasses on for the unworthy ones. and every few seconds, she would glance at me. and all i could do was smile and blow her a kiss.
there i was. wearing my bronze hinted serengetis, my simple white tank top,and some blue jeans, along with some checkerboard slipons that have holes in the toes from my high school days. i was trying out my new image. my hair, paris blonde and ruby red partings. drastic change, indeed. my face was painted quite angelic, yet flirtacious. lots of blondes and pinks,with a smokey charcoal eyeliner, and MAC zoom mascara. my favorite lipglass, zazoom it is. and as i sat there, admiring her who was admiring me; i couldnt help but think to myself about the gentleman who was sitting in one of the barstools. he was only drinking water and he continued to look at me, seeing past this new so-called image of myself, and saw more, and he smiled. i approached him, and he offered to buy me a drink if deemed necessary. i wanted water. he talked, we talked, i mostly listened. he was tall, and he had this optimistic view on life, and i couldn't help but wish it was someone else. someone who i dreamed of talking to, sitting in this exact spot. this cafe in houston. indeed. i thanked him for his hospitality and the conversation was wonderful, but i was just visiting in town and didn't need the strings. he smiled and laughed and said "you're absolutely amazing. i admire you.. and that smile." flattered. i joined back with her who was talking with a random "him", who seemed like his penis was about to jump out of his pants and right into hers. i interrupted, still thinking about my dream-man. and asked her...
would you like to see a movie tonight?
she never understood why i asked that, and i have no intention to tell her. we never did see a movie tonight. instead we are going to a party that her friend is throwing. i suppose it will be a good thing, fresh air is always nice.
perhaps ill dream of the theater another time.
dream it is.
xoxo
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sgmclements:
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xomateo:
thank u for the happy birthday... 