Mr. cute the I never talk to you but seeing you from afar once in awhile is enough
– Hey Meli, aww-is that Frenchie?
– um yes.
– so nice to finally meet her
– oh cool
– I read your blog.
– oh cool (insert blushing face with middle school denial attitude here)
Mr. I ride a motorcycle but have a soft-spot for bicycles
– so where are your gloves?
– I don’t need gloves, its 54° out…
– what if you fall and you land on your hands? you hands will get ruined!!
– my hands?! what about my sweater – now if I have to patch it again that would be painful
– oh you and your silly sweaters
– ok, I’ll see you at four barrel sometime in the future again.
– ok, meli. well you ride safe now (insert very concerned tone here – as if riding a fast motorcycle is so much less dangerous than a bicycle)
Mr. Elvis Costello-look alike barista on 8 shots of espresso by 7:30 AM
– mellliiii. wait so tell me, is that with a one L or two?
– one.
– so do you work around here?
– no.
– do you live around here?
– yes
– ok very cool. here is your triple, I’ll see you soon
– thanks, dear.
Mr. I’m late for work, but I’ll u turn my bicycle to stop and say hi
– meli you are taking the wrong transportation
– oh I know I’m headed to San José today.
– ah cool, meeting?
– yes. I have to show my face.
– very nice, can’t wait til they finish re-paving this street, so it will be smooth and rideable
– it should be anytime soon, now. that’d be super nice
– anyways, running late for work. gotta go.
– nice seeing you too! (insert my stupid-happy face here as he rides away, thinking maybe I had that stupid-happy face the whole time we chatted–all this taking place before 830am…oh the mornings)