museman

They say, a lot can happen over a cup of coffee.  Yes, a lot did happen over a cup of coffee. I split with my girl friend, well, over a cup of coffee. And here I sit, on the pavement, overlooking the coffee shop. For fourteen nights now.< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

There is no fancy explanation for why I split with her. It was quite simple, she never liked me in the first place. I was some kind of a backup, while she sized up some other guy she was interested in. And as their relationship came through, ours was dwindling away. The pretext for breakup? Aaagghh....this is interesting. I was apparently ogling a girl, two chairs away, while sipping Irish coffee. The fact that Irish coffee was the cheapest one in the menu didn