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Ballpen Caps and Muffins
Sigmund Freud might say that her oral fixation stems down to her repressed sexual appetite. I concur- her oral fixation is forcing me to repress every single demented sexual thought I have and want to do to and on her.
She chews on the ballpen cap thoughtfully and sucks on it; wrapping her full lips on the lucky plastic bastard. She then pulls it out with a small pop to write something on her paper. After a few words (I assume), she puts the cap in its proper place - her mouth.
After a few more ministrations with the pen, she finally puts it down. It takes all of my willpower not to walk up there and throw that damn pen away and replace it with my lips. She takes a bite off her muffin and I see minute traces of her pink lipstick stain the enviable pastry. Crumbs decorate her lips and she promptly brushes some off and to my death, she licks the rest off. Her pink tongue darts in and out her gorgeous mouth and explores the expanse of her lips. It's as if she's hunting for the remnants of that blueberry muffin. Wonderful. Now I've developed hatred for ballpen caps and blueberry muffins.
She looks up and stares out the window. The morning sun illuminates her hazel eyes that are framed by thick black lashes. She takes in a deep breath and gives off a small smile to nobody in particular.
She goes back to biting the pen cap, pensive and serious with the thoughts in her head that she's trying to put on paper. After a few more strokes, she puts a strong period and starts folding the paper she has been giving her undivided attention to.
She prepares to leave, taking one last sip from her coffee cup and one last bite from that bastard muffin. She stuffs her bag with her notepad and pen and walks toward the direction of my table. She looks straight at me and I start to panic. She smiles and hands me the note, says "Bye" and leaves me simmering in my shock and breathlessness.
I open the note and could not help but smile. There it was, in curls, whorls and lines -
She chews on the ballpen cap thoughtfully and sucks on it; wrapping her full lips on the lucky plastic bastard. She then pulls it out with a small pop to write something on her paper. After a few words (I assume), she puts the cap in its proper place - her mouth.
After a few more ministrations with the pen, she finally puts it down. It takes all of my willpower not to walk up there and throw that damn pen away and replace it with my lips. She takes a bite off her muffin and I see minute traces of her pink lipstick stain the enviable pastry. Crumbs decorate her lips and she promptly brushes some off and to my death, she licks the rest off. Her pink tongue darts in and out her gorgeous mouth and explores the expanse of her lips. It's as if she's hunting for the remnants of that blueberry muffin. Wonderful. Now I've developed hatred for ballpen caps and blueberry muffins.
She looks up and stares out the window. The morning sun illuminates her hazel eyes that are framed by thick black lashes. She takes in a deep breath and gives off a small smile to nobody in particular.
She goes back to biting the pen cap, pensive and serious with the thoughts in her head that she's trying to put on paper. After a few more strokes, she puts a strong period and starts folding the paper she has been giving her undivided attention to.
She prepares to leave, taking one last sip from her coffee cup and one last bite from that bastard muffin. She stuffs her bag with her notepad and pen and walks toward the direction of my table. She looks straight at me and I start to panic. She smiles and hands me the note, says "Bye" and leaves me simmering in my shock and breathlessness.
I open the note and could not help but smile. There it was, in curls, whorls and lines -
"I know you've been watching me. You seem to like my fascination with my pen and my food.
One piece of advice though: Next time, just walk up to a girl you find attractive and start a conversation. Staring, just in case you weren't told, is impolite and downright creepy. It's a good thing you're cute so I'll let that one go.
How about I give you another chance? I'll be here tomorrow, same time. Let's see if you can find your way to my table and to a good pick up line.
Tomorrow then.
S."
One piece of advice though: Next time, just walk up to a girl you find attractive and start a conversation. Staring, just in case you weren't told, is impolite and downright creepy. It's a good thing you're cute so I'll let that one go.
How about I give you another chance? I'll be here tomorrow, same time. Let's see if you can find your way to my table and to a good pick up line.
Tomorrow then.
S."
Suck on that, Black Bic Ballpen.
