The Scene: Coffee Truck (I know, I have a food truck problem)
The Boy: Green eyes, light brown curly hair, nice forearms, and a Jewy nose (these are a few of my favorite things). MVOLB.
The Girl: ME. Long Term Relationshipped.
Me: Can I get a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso?
MVOLB: I’ve never heard of that before.
Me: Me neither. Thought it might be delicious.
MVOLB: You should name it.
Me: Umm…. I’m not feeling very creative.
MVOLB: Me neither. We’ll name it after you. What’s your name?
MVOLD: We’ll call it the Molly, then.
Why does the universe keep sending me green-eyed food truck hotties? Why do they keep flirting with me over my beverage choices?
Me to the Universe: