that wasn't too bad.

Met with CL#3. It went fine. She's very nice. Not attractive at all. Thank gawd. But funny and intelligent and wants to show me around the town. We're going to do some stuff, she says.
Cool. I'll not hold my breath, since the last two said the same thing . I'll keep my end of the deal and show up on time to appointed meeting places.
I'm kind of excited because she said she likes to go to the gay bar. And I haven't been. I am not sure what it would feel like to see more than two gay people in the same room at the same time. It has been a long long time since I saw that happen.
I'd probably faint.
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and I wanted to add this interaction with the 'barista' at Joe Muggs:


So I went to Books-A-Million tonight to meet a new friend for coffee. At 'BAM' they have a coffee shop called Joe Muggs. So I get there really early (I like to control the situation by being early. I like to be the one sitting down with my coffee reading a book when the friend walks in. lol) and order a decaf Chai. The barista looks at me like I've spoken in Latin.
I look at the menu to see if they even HAVE chai, and they do... so I shrug. I say "No decaf Chai?"
she looks at me again, with a bewildered look. I say "You've never heard of Decaf Chai?"
At which point one of the other baristas, who is behind me sweeping the floor, stops sweeping and says "Um, Chai comes caffeinated."
So they are ganging up on me making me wonder if my head injuries are finally taking their toll and maybe there is no such thing as decaf chai after all and all those times I've had it were just false memories...
And so then I decide to say "Well, some places have decaf chai." I wanted to educate the poor girl. To let her know that decaf chai does in fact exist. I'm fairly sure I've had it a few times in my life.
Anyhow she says "This isn't Starbucks."
I let that roll off my back and say "I'll have a decaf skinny hazelnut grande."
and she says "UM, the machine is down. We don't have anything decaf except for plain coffee."
At which point I just buy a FUZE and sit my ass down.
I just wrote an email to the company and blasted those two baristas. I was pretty dissatisfied.
I wanted to climb over that counter and kick her ever lovin' ass, the cocky fuck.