First Date Food Follies

She's a catch
It finally happened. On a rainy summer morning, as I rummaged through my purse looking for a headband to tame my locks made curly by the outside curse of humidity, my coffee barista object of primal infatuation locked eyes with me for more than the casual two seconds allotted to strangers who seem mildly attractive. Two became three, then five, and his eyes stayed lingering on my own for more than six seconds of crush eternity. 

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