I have some things to catch up. As the Goodnight Kisser had been away and gone and maybe partially forgotten, i get to move on and made myself busy with others.

Just like the boys, we girls also look for the boys. And my list is impossibly endless. The wonders of endless fantasy. It makes you live and feeling revived of your youth. Those harmless flirtations on the way. I love it!Men are men, you will love them or hate them.

Anyway, there is this young long haired Asian European guy i saw in a supermarket some ago. He was with a friend or maybe a brother. I have weakness for guys with long hair. Did he saw me too? I don't know but i could remember he stared me too, his small eyes suddenly rounded and so innocent, mouth half open. This made me decide should i hold that gaze, or maybe look some other way. It made me conscious too that maybe he looked that way because I reminded him of somebody or I simply look weird. Or simply because I'm also Asian looking. I figured that he's also younger. I look the other way moved on and continue my shopping business. As whatever happened there is broken, He also moved on with his shopping. And that was it. In some distance i still steal some glances to spy on him. Until to the Cashier, me and him on opposite lanes but mine was faster so that was the end of my shopping romance. But i concluded such an interesting mix and yes,  he's cute!

Back in the espresso store one busy day, there he is with his pal just in front me. It was him! Now I'm the one serving him, i kept my usual friendly gesture but he's so formal. I try to read and dig for some signals of recognition but he's as deep as ebb and is fully walled. Is he hiding something? But inside i feel elated and excited. How can on earth of all espresso shop in town he will stumble on this store and find me on my green apron glory? So she's that green apron girl. Catch ya! But it made my day!

After that second encounter, he showed up few times and usually something out of the blue. The next time he was with a girl i presume his girlfriend. He is the usual formal. I didn't feel jealous. After his formal way of ordering, he and the girl proceeded outside and sitted int he terrace. I see he's smoking ;-(.  Sitting there outside with his girl, it was also formal like and no laughter or flirtations. They stayed there shortly and walked heading to town. And i never saw him again. I moved on and collected new ones.

After some couple of flirts in a usual early morning rush, i finished a drink and handed it over to the next which is a young man.Some words echoed in my mind, Oh, God, was it you? The long mane i loved is now cut short it took me to look again and concluded it was him. He was alone. I just fantasized making love with him a while ago. It made his youth lesser. And then he's gone. again.