The Waiting Line

In the coffee shop this morning, I noticed the handsome man ahead of me--we exchanged smiles and I kept it moving.

As I turned to fill my cup from the coffee trough, I noticed my particular brew was missing from its stand and I laughed at my presumptuousness. He laughed with me and more smiles were exchanged.

I made a comment about being a creature of habit...and we stood together waiting for the same brew.

As the full carafe was returned to its home, he gestured for me to have the first cup. We moved about the coffee bar in our little coffee dance and I enjoyed being drawn to him.

I took every opportunity to look at him and felt him do the same.

I left with him walking out behind me and I turned to smile at him one more time before I walked to my car, imagining, already, the many grand gestures that might be made on either part to extend our self to the other.

Hmmm.

You can see how quickly my mind can get away from me--I'm such a daydreamer and I always have been.

Surely some of you remember John Schneider from the Dukes of Hazard? He was one of my MANY childhood crushes. I use to fantasize that we would come back later in my life to my former elementary school and we would sit together, with our child, in the library holding a small scale press conference where the children could ask me what it was like to be married to a celebrity.

Geez.

Taming THIS mind has been a lifetime's work.

This morning, fellow coffee patron from the waiting line was my John Schneider.

It's all good, I can live with being a work in progress...but one day, just one day I want to step outside that daydream and dare that grand gesture without fear or second guessing.

Love to you all.