H and I found the local Peet’s coffee downtown (Aaaaah, Peet’s). I needed to get me some coffee beans – Safeway by us has peets in bags but I needed it straight from the source, and I also wanted to check out the local store to me.
So’s I go in and behind the bean counter is this amazingly hot guy (ok, easy to find in Portland). I notice him looking at me a bit, don’t know why, so I thought “hm. interesting.” I maneuver so that he will be serving my bean counter request and he asks me, “So, is this you first time in Peet’s?” A strange question, no? I say “this Peet’s, yes, but I’ve been to others.” He says “Where?” I say “In the bay area, I just moved.” He says “Where from?” I say “Petaluma.” He says ” Heh, I just moved from Petaluma in Oct.” Funny coincidence.
So perhaps he was looking at me because I looked familiar, or maybe there was more. We leave and I agonize over not saying more or giving info or anything, so after a bit of retail therapy (found this amazing shearling denim coat at fossil for CHEAP), I gird my loins, go back to the store and give him my phone and email address, if he ever wants to hang out or anything (seeing as it is a funny coincidence that we are from Petaluma, and how I don’t know a lot of people in the area)
So that’s the first time I gave an anonymous cute boy my contact info out of the blue. I played it cool, but damn was I nervous.
And I’m not looking for anything either, just to have another friend to hang with or chat, fun and all – My gaydar is broken likely anyway, heh. It doesn’t matter to me *too* much if he doesn’t call or anything — I’m still basking in my courage to actually do something that I wanted, the fact that I overcame my fear. Yay me.
