>Be me >Come to coffee shop to work on my novel that will inevitably suck >Park >See red Toyota something or other >Cartoon gandalf sticker (above) reading YOU SHALL NOT PASS >Love that shit >Think "would be awesome if thats some chick's car" >See cute bead looking thingy hanging from mirror >Probably not fat basement dwelling dude's car >Go into coffee shop hoping for chick. >See chick near where I sit talking to an older friend >Pretty, with prim and proper look balanced by confidence and probable intelligence >Is probably astrophysics major or something way out of league >Exactly what makes me hard >Chick and friend leave shortly after I sit down >Watch chick walk out to parking lot from table >Feel like creep >Please oh please be the gandalf car >Chick gets into gandalf car and drives away >Will never love another woman again >Post in b.net as tears stream down face and hoping rona gets me >Will probably go lick wal mart shopping carts after posting >The world will never be beautiful again True story. Kinda. Anyway, I come to this coffee shop a lot and I'm hoping this girl shows up again, not that I'd have balls to say anything.