It was a toss up between Watercourse and Steubens for brunch with sweet Alexa. Two primo spots later at Steubens' counter and a cup of coffee to sip, a note was slipped my way from a mystery-man three seats down: "Do you like me? Check yes or no." So I made a maybe box and checked it instead. Over Eggs Benedict and granola parfaits, Alexa updated me on her dating life, quite a mature conversation for a girl of just 16. I joked she found a boyfriend before me. A sugar packet and another note slid down the counter. "Your name is sugar," he said (only a bit disappointed he didn't pass the hot sauce instead). He was bold and clever and embarrassingly amusing, silly antics for a 30-something. Alexa asked if this was a common occurrence. Maybe once, like when I was 16...
I tried to leave unnoticed but he was relentless and chased us out the door, handing me a PBR coaster with "a list of ideas for our first date." He made sure everyone within earshot range could hear this future endeavor. Clint had no shame. It was a bit of a scene, really; Alexa had to explain what was going on to the onlookers. I was mortified. Two other girls said he was cute enough for my real number. Which he may, or may not, have received.
It was a thoughtful list, nonetheless, and a few of my most favorite things. And, of course, he saved the best for last. Clearly a man after some random girl's heart.
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