Her Infinite Variety

well maybe i’m just too sure. or maybe i’m just too frightened by the sound of it…

more distractions.
quel surprise.

so, last saturday or so, i went down to the marche by (byward market) to get a few groceries, hang around planet coffee, and maybe do a bit of shopping. oh, and to harrass lush, and get free vegan goodies (editor’s note: i do not like firm tofu. only semi-firm to soft. i could never do the vegan thing).

anyway, so, i meandered into said coffee shop, and found myself behind a fairly good-looking individual, who appeared to be one part french, and one part rugged. and i was content to just kind of gaze a little. anyway, he sat down to his happy panini, and i sat down to mine.

then this other guy came in, and sat down with the aforementioned rugged presumed frenchman and they started chatting, mostly because there were no other seats available. they both kept glancing at me, and i was flattered, but little more.

a little while later, whilst i was talking with my mother on the phone (not something i plan on doing in public for a little while at least), the non-rugged guy came and sat at the table next to me, and set up shop. by which i mean, he brought out textbooks, his computer, and a lot of equations. yikes.

he also started talking to me. in a sort of small talk kind of way, which was cute and amusing, but also very distracting, because it equated to my-not-leading-the-conversation but wanting to keep talking.

anyway

i went to said coffee shop today after my first interview, but before my second, to get a quick bite and reorganize my life. i wandered over to my favourite seat near the window with comfy wooden chairs and lots of table space for food/drink/computer/notes/markers.

so, who do you think was at the table next to me?

we ended up having a really good, but short conversation about the world, before i got cut off by my second interview.

i creep. i crept. he told me just enough about him that i was able to track down his email address. so i sent him possibly the most tactful email that i have ever written. seriously. i suck at being tactful. and i recognize that this will be a downfall if i want a coushy government job.

that being said, there will be future meetings at said coffee shop.

that is not to say, however, that i am all out of love. because i’m not.

i just happen to find this indvidual to be a fascinating conversationalist.

and good conversation is hard to come by.

is that so wrong?