March 09th, 2020.
I worked out like crazy. It was leg day. I showered in the gym before heading off to home for my post-workout meal. The sun was mild this morning, but the heat had a mind of its own. I pulled over a cafe and ordered a zero sugar milk-shake with 3 bananas, and I sensed the waitress peeking under the tank-top at my pecs, which were still in hypertrophy from the workout. I popped my pecs and she smiled at me.
I pulled out my phone from the gym bag and started looking for jobs. I was still without a job. Some 15 minutes into my job search, the same waitress brought me the shake with a straw. Again, she was peeking under the tank-top.
"What's your name, sweets?"
"Call me Liz."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Nuthing, big boy."
She broke our conversation midway, turned slowly, and pulled away running her finger on the tables.
"Is she catwalking? Goddamn I gotta hit it."
I was still making eye contact with the waitress behind the counter, and reality kicked in. I was still jobless. I gotta find me a job soon. I resumed my job search on the phone. There's a weird woman just two tables from me with her back on me. I lost count of time with my job search, even somewhere my milk-shake emptied, but still I had an impression that it was still left, until I found out for myself.
I had my eyes down on the phone and didn't notice that this weird woman from two tables away just came and sat down in front me.
"Ur cute!"
It wrecked my focus, and I looked up to see a blonde woman in a beige overcoat and surgical mask with eyes on me.
"Pardon?"
"I said you're cute."
I blush into a little smile, "Gee thanks."
That was the craziest, most simplest icebreaker I had seen ever in my life. I gotta write that down in my books. Man, that was totally spontaneous. Just like that, that weird woman and I engaged in a friendly conversation. We talked about almost everything, and talking about clowns I found out we both shared clown phobias. Our conversation further progressed into intellectual stuff and presidents. For a moment there, I almost forgot that I had a post-workout meal to cook at home. We shared our opinions on that orange nutcase faggot president Donald Trump. We both joked on that orange whackjob president for a while. Some 45 minutes into our meeting, there came a point where there was no topic left to further fuel our conversation.
She looked down at the table, breaking eye contact after a momentary silence.
"Nice meeting you. Gotta go now."
Just like that, she stood up and walked up to the exit. I got up quickly and rushed after her.
"Hey wait! I had a nice time with you. What's your facebook?"
She paused for a moment.
"It's XXXXXXXX."
Gave me her username, turned and walked away mysteriously. I stood there and saw her turned the corner down the street.