I'm sitting in a coffe shop on a sunday and waiting for my mystery guy.
We decided to meat face to face since we are talking over the phone just like best buddies for almost a month now.
I'm excited and nervous and clearly very agitated. I might be at my 3rd coffee and second cheesecake by now.
We decided to meat at 11 am in a coffee shop downtown. They have great coffee and very very yummy pastries and the prices are good, not to cheap, not to high...just perfect for a colar worker...hehe.
It's currently 10:30 .I've arrived half an hour ago and managed to stuff myself with 3 cups of coffee and 2 pieces of cheesecake, one strawberry and one raspberry. That's how anxious I am.
A part of me wants to run back home and the other is bursting with curiosity.
I really want to meet him, my mystery guy.
I check my outfit for the hundredth time today. Everything is alright. I'm wearing a cute purple dress with long sleeves, v collar but not the kind that show your assets, I'm a little conservative, that reaches my knees but shows my figure and a pair of low black heels and a dark green cardigan and black purse.
I've let my hair loose and curled it a little at the end.
Yep...i'm all set. Just a cute and sweet woman on a date.
'No wait..this is not a date. It's a meet up Krista. Don't think to much on it.'
The place is full of people, all coming and going as they please.
My eyes studies every man that walks through that door in hopes that I can spot him..well...it's not like I know how he looks like. Hopefully he won't be that ugl...ahem..unpresentable.
I mean...what do I know about him? Except for his name : Andrew and that he is a university professor I know nothing of him..well except that deep, husky and sexy voice and that heavenly laughter....ahhh..dreamy eyes. I think i'm in love with a strangers voice. I'm weird I know but I still love myself...hehe.
I am with my head a little down and staring in my cup of coffe when I spot a pair of white vans stopping at my table.
I rise my head and see long legs clad in black jeans, torso clad in a white tshirt with a black jacket and behold..the face of a god : a proeminent jaw, long pink and kissable lips, straight nose and the most beautiful pair of green forest eyes I have ever seen and black hair.
'Woow'...I thing to myself.
Krista : Hello.
I greet him still in a daze. I would smile but I feel weak all over. Good thing i'm sitting or else I would definitely faint.
Andrew : Hi. Are you Krista?
He asks me with a tinge of a smile.
'Woow...such a deep and sexy voice. just like my mystery guy. ' I think to myself.
Krista : Yes...I'm Krista. How may I help you?
I'm trying to be polite here. My soryy excuse of a brain still didn't get the memo that this is HIM, this is my mystery guy.
He offers me a smile and says to me.
Andrew : Hi...I'm Andrew. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Krista : Oh....
My eyes are wide open, clearly in shock. I bet my mouth is wide open too and you can see right trough to my stomach.
'OH? OH?...seriously Krista? OH? That's all you can say? Are you retarded? What is wrong with you?...'
I'm currently berating myself for being stupid and embarrassing myself in front of him. Sigh...well here goes my first impression..totally ruined...I'm definitely a genius...with a single brain cell...just one born in a millennium.
I take a deep breath as stealthily as I can and give him my best smile.
Krista: Hi Andrew. It's a pleasure (definitely a pleasure) to finally meet you too.
After the awkward introduction we sit down and order some drinks, me a tea since I had to much coffee and Andrew orders a coffee with cream, no sugar(just the way I like it) and some pastries.
We sit in silence until the waitress brings our order. Neither of us says a word. I don't know about you but I have no idea what to say, like at all. My brain is literally empty. I would whack my brain for something, anything but like I said EMPTY .
Hrmm hrrmm....Andrew clears his throat and decides to make a small introduction so we can dispel the awkward atmosphere.
Andrew : Soo..... like I said ( he scratches the back of his head ) I'm Andrew, Andrew Pierson and I work as a professor at A University. I teach history and the history of economy. Oh and i'm 30 years old. How about you?
Krista: Ah....I'm Krista Lewis, working as a secretary at New Age and Development and i'm 23 years old.
I say with a little blush on my cheeks.
Andrew: Is that an architectural firm?
Krista: Yes it is. Mostly specializes in architecture.
Andrew: So how is the work of a colar worker?
He props his left elbow on the table and puts his face in his hand and asks me this.