Hello my fellow fashion lovers and dreamers! Another beautiful day to relish in. I am taking this day to write, reflect and create. That’s all I want to do today- no running around, no hectic schedules- just relaxing. So, I’ve stationed myself at my new favorite coffee shop, Intelligentsia. I have a piece of the delicious coffee cake and an ice cold cup of the famous Angeleno coffee (this time with only one shot-I’m a coffee lightweight) and I am ready to unwind.
There is something about the perfect coffee shop. It’s perfection is different for everyone. Some, like an upbeat shop-with music that sends vibrations through the tables and the patrons buzzing conversations act as harmonization. Others, prefer a quiet getaway- with little to no music, only the clicking of computer keypads and the quiet slurps of coffee. I like something in the middle, I like music in the background that I can subtly move to in my seat. I like the humming of conversations from the patrons, I like an energy- an energy that people around me are working to create art, to create something profound in whatever their area of interest may be. Whatever it may be- when you find the right one, ahhh it’s like finding the perfect pair of jeans that hug you in all the right places.
Intelligentsia is like the perfect pair of jeans for my creative soul. When I’m here, it’s like all of the writing juices and creativity bugs just come rushing from me.
The beauty of coffee shops, if you allow yourself to peel your eyes away from your computer screen, your book, away from your own conversation for just a moment- there is an exciting, interesting, intriguing world that surrounds you.
Friends are talking about life-about the triumphs and tribulations they face. Intellects and creatives diligently prepare masterpieces with their coffee next to them- their handy and magical soothing elixir.
I always wonder what the person next to me is writing about on their computer- What stories they are concocting, what projects they are working on, why they decided to come to the coffee shop today.
Me, with my imagination-thought it would be interesting to create my own stories for these people. So, I decided to start a new section called Coffee Talk. Every time I visit a coffee shop I will choose the most interesting person around me, and create my own short story or poem about who I think they are, why they are here, what they are doing. Me and my boyfriend do this a lot. Make up stories for people we see- we laugh and imagine how completely off we probably are. This should be interesting.
Here we go:
She was incredibly nervous. Nervous is an understatement, she was terrified. Her stomach was in knots and she kept twirling one strand of her curly brown hair as she lightly tapped her foot to the music playing in the background. She couldn’t believe that she allowed her friend to set her up on a blind date.
She had spent the whole morning trying to figure out what to wear. Her tight indigo jeans that she normally wore out to the club were too sexy, but her ripped jeans were too casual and the black shirt that had become her go-to-piece wasn’t the stellar garment she had once thought. She wanted to look perfect, but she was so out of her element she couldn’t even think straight. After an hour of sitting in a pile of her clothes on the floor starring up at her closet as if it would throw down to her the perfect outfit she was looking for- she finally pulled it together, and settled on her plain white oversized James Perse white utility button up and J Brand skinny jeans with her JCrew ballet flats. “Simple and understated,” she thought.
The night before she had written a list of things that she could talk about with him. She pried open her small leather moleskin notebook and ran her fingers up and down her list as she tried to memorize the questions she had prepared. She didn’t know why she was nervous, this is what she did for a living, her career as a publicist was centered around meeting new people and making them love her. This was different though. Love had always been a shy area for her, especially after her five year relationship- that was on the fast track to marriage- had ended abruptly a few months ago. The break-up that had moved her all the way from New York to Los Angeles in an attempt to escape the heartbreak. But as we all know, heartbreak knows no boundaries and followed her straight to the city of angels.
So here she was now, millions of tears later and months of sleepless nights waiting for a mysterious man to enter her already broken life.
She didn’t even know what he looked like. All her friend told her was that he was tall, dark and handsome. “Yea right,” she thought, “that’s what everyone says.” He was probably short, starkly pale and awkward.
She went back to looking at her notebook, trying to push away all the negative thoughts she was having. As she was thumbing through her notebook she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She slowly lifted her head, “this is it,” she thought. She quickly closed her eyes, praying that this would be good, she desperately needed this to be good.
A tall, carmel complected man with perfectly disheveled hair, big brown eyes framed by thick black glasses stood in front of her. The light from the open coffee shop casted a glow on his square face making sun stars at the end of his brown curls. He smiled and extended his hand.
“Hi, I’m Jason,” he said.
This is exactly what she needed.
We’ll dreamers, that is all for our coffee shop dreaming. If that was in fact a blind date, I hope she finds all the love she is looking for.
Tomorrow, another Taste of New York.
Until tomorrow. . .
