Bitter Blue Skies

Perfection: The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects

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Wanted: A Gentleman.

Yesterday, I went to starbucks and there was a huge fucking line. I’m not good with lines yet, I still decided to get in line because I wanted my fucking passion tea lemonade and coffee cake. Yeah, I don’t drink coffee cake with coffee, deal with it. I was third in line(FINALLY) when, the guy in front of me said ‘You can go first’ and gestured for me to go forward. He’d been staring at me since I had gotten in line. I knew he was older than me, by at least three years if not more because of the tattoos and ‘cause he actually looked like he had been through puberty. I stared at him for a few minutes grasping the fact that he was purposely letting me go first. I asked if he was sure and he nodded ‘Of course’. I thanked him and gave him a smile of gratefulness.

I swear, I wish I had a boyfriend who was that kind and had gentleman ways.

flkdj…If only he had been a few years younger.

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