hello, my name is...

I FINALLY GOT COFFEE SHOP HOTTIE'S NAME!!! WOOHOO!

i'm so giddy i'm buzzing. how silly of me.

so since i stopped blogging about him (until now of course), i have been going to the coffee shop as per usual, and little by little, in my own time, i have gotten to know him a bit better. our conversations get a little bit lengthier each time i see him; he's really laidback, and has an offbeat sense of humour that throws me for a loop at times, as i don't know whether he's joking or being serious, and some of the things that come out of his mouth can be so random.

today was the first time i'd seen him since before easter. he asked me about my trip home so i told him the usual: it was great to see family and friends, it snowed a little, yes, canada's that cold, even in april; an example of his randomness occurred when he suddenly asked me "what type of souvenirs does canada have?" huh? i said "which ones are you interested in, cheesy ones or cool ones?" of course he says "the cheesy ones", so i tell him we sell miniature statues of the CN Tower, as well as t-shirts with moose on them. then he asked if moose are really that big (?); i said that while i've never seen a moose in person before, i have seen them on tv and yes, they are quite large creatures. hmmm...

he then tells me about his trip to wales and i cleverly-yet-oh-so-casually asked who he went with (well, i'm sure it wasn't that clever and it probably came across that i so obviously wanted to know if he had a girlfriend but whatever!); he said he went with a bunch of his friends. then finally, OH YES FINALLY, i asked him "sorry, but i don't think i've ever gotten your name" and then he told me! he asked for mine and i told him, having to spell it out for him because NO ONE ever gets it the first time i tell them; he then proceeds to tease me about it, calling me a name that i haven't heard since elementary school.

when i sat down to eat my lunch he sat at a table near me, as it was his breaktime. i was reading the paper and didn't want to disturb him as he was reading his, otherwise i would've liked to continue the conversation. he left around the same time i left the coffee shop; i saw he headed across to spitalfields and i was walking that way myself. he was quite ahead of me when i suddenly thought "should i catch up to him and ask him out?"

like with scottish guy (though i didn't hide behind any white vans), i called a friend for moral support; this time it was vij. i hummed and hawed with her over whether i should do it, though of course she said yes; by the time i got off the phone however, i didn't know where he had went to. oh well, next time!

whew, i'm just glad i know his name now, the monkey on my back was starting to weigh me down. now for the next step of asking him out - hopefully it won't take me as long to do it!

CET :o)