Posts Tagged ‘latte’

The Spy Who Didn’t Love Me!

Monday, October 15th, 2012

And why not? I wonder…married? Perhaps?

Had a friendly chat with the guy-in-Starbucks-queue (where els?). I commented on the desserts at eye level. Recommended the white chocolate macadamia nut cookie.

I said, “I bet you take your coffee black.
“No, a latte.”
“No kidding. But not non-fat, right?”
“Non-fat.”
“No way. Extra-hot?”
“Only when on duty.”
“Over there?” pointing at a supermarket.
“No, like 007.”
“Well then, you must have a few good stories.”
He grinned and handed me his business card.
“Cool. Next time in town, let’s have lattes!”

A week goes by, no follow up by either one of us.
Oh well, maybe he switched to tea. (wink)
Too bad. I should have taken him for a real latte like this one:

Latte Love

Love is Like a Latte – A Tall Order

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Can’t help but note that ordering a tall non-fat latte with no foam is like ordering a tall non-fat lad with no fuss!

Gal Pal rhymes off what she is looking for in a man.  At times, she apologizes for being so blunt but in the same breath, asks if her “order” is typical.

I reassure her that those “must haves” are what most women want, namely:

  • Educated Ivy-league, not intelligent nerdy brainiac
  • Financially sound and secure, not struggling to find himself
  • Active and fit, not a couch potato with love handles

What is amusing is how one can “order” a Latte AND Love with such precision and pageantry –  both “tall” ….. both “non-fat”…. and both “extra hot”!

The Meeting Place and The Moment of Truth

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

Time to check out Mr. Look See #7 and meet for coffee.  By now the neighbourhood barista not only has your tall, non-fat, extra hot, no whip latte already in hand but he also gives you that knowing nod.  He casts a glance upward as he has lost count……is this Mr. Look See #6, #7, or is it #8?

A welcome change from the requisite coffee shops would be a nice bistro, pub, or lounge for a quiet drink and conversation.  You could do without screaming “I have only been divorced 3 times!” over those roaring coffee grinders.     

But regardless of locale, that moment of truth always arrive.  You walk in, look around. Hmmm…could that be him?  He gets up and in those first fleeting moments, you blink and wonder, “OMG, where am I going to meet Mr. Look See #8?”