Look, man, look. She's looking this way.

So there you are, minding your own business
behind the counter. Wiping the flat surfaces,
checking that the coffee's being ground right.

And there she was, sipping orange juice,
hidden behind a book.

Then, there you have it, the inevitable nudge
towards, sin. One of the other partners noticed
and then, proclaimed.


'That chick there, she's checking you out. Do you see?'

Of course, I didn't know. Because I wasn't really drawn
to her particularly. Of course, I may have smiled a bit
more genuinely, appeared a teensy bit more helpful.
But damn, it's part of the job description to smile and
yes, I have to be helpful lest I desire a lecturing from
my manager. Being aesthetically, pleasing is simply the
icing on the cake, for which I so ravenously consume.

But come on, I'm only a 16 year old 22 something look a like
with no real direction or purpose in life. If I don't do it for the
pretty ladies, who would I do it for? You can't blame me
for the motivation that they give.

So there he was, still egging me on. To go chat her up,
to 'Connect, discover and respond', to deliver the Legendary
Starbucks experience, so to speak. But I couldn't bring myself
to do it.

Sure, she was a hot young twenty something, rich enough to
patronize Starbucks, yet single enough to be out alone.
I'd be the perfect toyboy for her. We meet up every week,
have hot mind blowing sex, then I'd collect my dues and carry
on the rest of the week like the little gigolo I was. A rich,
gigolo to be more precise.


Imagine, the life I would lead. The money I would collect.
I'd be a god, I'd have sex on a weekly basis. I'd be the first
amongst my friends to be laid, and I'd be fucking proud of it.


My conscience wouldn't allow me to betray my soul for money,
though. I had kept so pure for so long. I had took my time with porn
and with the wank. I had to resist, I had to hold on, I had to get out of
being egged on. I had to find strength to resist the peer pressure.
My mind move quick, lightning fast.



I threw my hands up in the air, and made the biggest mistake of my
life. I declared out loud.

'I'm already attached!'


I escaped to the back, as quick as a rat.
Ashamed to face the lady, that I had been charged
with to please. It would've been easy, I was just doing
my job, I could claim, so easy. Went up to her with a smile,
ask her how she was as the Store Manager always urged,
'Talk to the customers, as much as you can' I could feigned
some concern and asked her easy, for her number. Waited
to call, and settled known as a swinger, by all.


But no, instead, I had to announce to them all. I was attached.
I couldn't say anything else.

The biggest mistake, for I'd just made myself miss out
on all the other ladies, to pass. Lest I want to be known
as an asshole and a flirt.

'So what if you're attached? Go chat her up.'
Incredulous, I stared.



I look at her once more, and sighed. Sighed out loud.
I had already said the words, I could do no one any wrong.
For my dearest, I've kept, myself at the workplace. If
only she'd get me some reward, give me solace.



With a snap of a finger. That chick she had gone.
Left an empty bottle of juice, I had picked out.
At tall cup of ice, that I had scooped out, as well.
Her dirty blond streaks, her tanned skin, looked
so proud.


If only there was a reward, that my baby'd bring
back.







Naaaaaw.