Alright, so my favorite part about being single is getting dating advice from my friends. Like they even know what the hell they're talking about...omg jk lolcatz luv U guyz
The best line lately was,
"you just gotta get out there - be active!"
Like I'm not active already. Beyonce please.
So to 'get out there' I ventured to Starbucks to get some work done. Work being a very generous term of course. Spying is really what I set out to do.
I carefully planned out my outfit :
college alumni shirt - to look relaxed
the fake glasses - to look intelligent
jeans - no explanation
moccasins - to look hip
laptop, textbooks, highlighters - whatever.
I sat at Starbucks for 2 hours, spying on anyone and everyone.
These are my observations:
- no cute baristas
- this location is a popular hangout for the geriatric types. aka old people.
- every attractive man who came in had a woman on his arm. oooor another man.
- every non-attractive man was, well, not attractive.
- every woman who came in had on cute yoga pants, which immediately made me self conscious.
- my reflection made me realize I looked more like a disgruntled Liz Lemon than the sexy-grad-student look I was so desperately trying for.
Or perhaps I didn't get approached because I looked too busy. too intelligent, too untouchable.
I probably should've gone into acting if that's the case.
I know if you were here you'd pat me on the back and tell me "Better luck next time, champ".
That's why we're such good friends.
