Ok, so I was daydreaming yesterday on having a successful encounter with a cutie at the supermarket, right? Well today reality saw an opportunity to bite me in the ass for daring to pollute its existence with my fantasies.

I was at Starbucks and waiting in line for a gingerbread latte, and I happened to notice a girl two bodies ahead of me in line. Petite, tastefully dressed, wearing adorable winter boots, with long flowing brown hair. Yep, another brunette, just like in my fantasy. I watched her as she placed her order and then moved ahead to the pickup area for her drink. A few minutes later I placed my order, then casually walked up next to her.

Man was she pretty, I was so intimidated by her beauty, but I was right next to her, and it was as good an opportunity as any to try striking up a conversation.

“So what did you order?” I asked cheerfully.

She looked over at me, made a half smile but didn’t say anything. Ok… awkward. I tried again.

“Boy I can’t believe how fast and cold it got this week.”

She glanced my way again and nodded her head, a forced smile again. “Yeah it’s been really cold.” She then looked at her watch.

“So um, do you come here regularly?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she said quickly.

“Oh…. I’m… sorry…” I stammered. “Just trying to be friendly.”

She nodded again, when her drink finally came up. She grabbed her drink and quickly walked out. And that, was that.

I hate my life.

Tags: brunette, conversation, daydreaming, dream, dreaming, fantasies, fantasy, girl, reality, starbucks
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So I’m at the supermarket, slowly pushing my cart around and filling it up with my usual single man’s diet of Ramen Noodles and diet sodas. A twinge of sadness creeps over me as I pass through each aisle on my way to the checkout.

And then I noticed her.

She was a petite brunette, her long, thick hair tied back and bouncing gently off her shoulders. She had the prettiest doe shaped eyes I had ever seen, eyes that were currently scanning for items in the frozen food section. As she moved, she moved with a feminine grace, occasionally pushing back a lock of escaped hair with her fingers, as her pouty lips formed in a frown of someone who hadn’t found what she was looking for yet.

I had to tear my eyes away from gawking, but I could not stop looking at her. She was a complete stranger, and yet I wanted desperately, DESPERATELY to talk to her. Do I throw caution in the wind, and finally take the chance, or do I do what I have always done, which was steal occasional looks where I could without getting noticed, until I finally give up and with a heavy sigh check out my groceries, leave the store and go cry in my car for a few hours?

Frick it.

I walked up to her as slowly and casually as I could, completely terrified with my stomach in a vice-like knot. Suddenly, I was right next to her, pretending to scan for frozen foods but unable to see anything except her.

She noticed me and glanced my way, then went back to looking. Was that a smile?

I opened my mouth and started to speak, hoping to at least get the words out before stammering or stuttering.

“Um, hi.” I smiled.

She looked over at me again, her manner polite, but guarded. “Hi.”

“Listen, I’m sorry to bother you, but I just happened to notice you before and I was so floored by how beautiful you are that I just had to come to talk to you. I know I’m a stranger and all, but I would have regretted it deeply if I didn’t at least take the chance to say hello.”

“Oh…” She didn’t say anything for a moment as she processed what I had just said. Ah man, she thinks I’m a creep now. I knew it.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, I’ll leave you alone now.”

“No, it’s ok, I’m just… a little flattered.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Well listen, I’m just happy you didn’t scream or anything! Oh, I’m Lincoln.”

“I’m Sharon.” We shook hands.

“Ok, um, I think I broke the ice here, so… what do I do now?”

She smiled again. “Well, you could invite me out for coffee?”

“Oh! That sounds good, I love coffee, I drink it every day and stuff! Coffee’s great! I love coffee!”

She started giggling. “Ok, coffee it is.”

I thought quickly. “Ok, there’s a Starbucks just down the street, it’s as good a place as any. We could meet up there later if you’d like.”

“Sure, I just need to drop off my groceries at my place, and I can meet you there, say 3 o’ clock?”

“Awesome, honestly you really made my day.”

She smiled again. “You’re sweet. 3 o’ clock it is then. Oh, and it’s Lincoln, right?”

“Right.”

“Lincoln?”

“Yes?”

“LINCOLN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The booming voice startled me, and suddenly I was at my desk at work again. It was my coworker.

“What..?” I asked, still in a daze.

“The phone’s ringing, get it please.”

Sigh. I picked up the phone. “Linc speaking.”

Tags: brunette, coworker, daydreaming, fantasy, groceries, romance, single, smile, starbucks, supermarket
Categories: Lincoln's Personal Log
 
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Well actually, it was last night.  Well the night before, whatever.  Anyways, true to my promise, I took a trek out into the great unknown, and right away I knew the night was going to be trouble.  I first made a stop at a gas mart that had a Dunkin’ Donuts, where two Hispanic guys cut in front of me in line, chirping in rapid fire Spanish that quickly reminded me of how much I hated that disgusting language.  I mean really, it’s worse than listening to German.

“Yo, dude-os.  Get-o the #$%^-o out of my way-o.  Comprendo?”

After that unpleasant experience, I made my way onto the highway, right into the billowing smoke of what had to have been a chemical fire that was taking place nearby, because my eyes were watering and my nostrils stunk of burning plastic.  I stopped by a 7-11 (because I never got a chance to get my coffee at Dunkins’, for reasons I best not get into here,) bought some crappy tasting coffee, then got into my car and noticed my engine light was on.

Yep, it was gonna be that kind of night.

So I finally get on the interstate, and I’m trying to understand why the people behind me were driving too fast, while the people in front of me were driving too slow, and this little game of chicken goes on for about 30 minutes or so, until the traffic finally started to break and I could activate my cruise control.  After about a couple of hours driving, I pulled into a shopping center that had a Starbucks so I could get a Gingerbread Latte, only it had closed just a few minutes before.

Yep, it was gonna be that kind of night.

The stores did have lovely Christmas displays though, so I managed to get this nice shot while I brooded in misery:

I pulled into another 7-11 after another 20 minutes of driving, because I wanted, yay, NEEDED, hot chocolate, and of course the machine was broken.

Yep, it was most definitely gonna be that kind of night. 

Things finally started to break my way a little when I came across another 7-11 only 5 minutes after stopping by the first one, and this time they had all the hot chocolate I needed.  I kept on driving past vineyards and whatnot, and started noticing roads with cute names like this one:

Could my dream girl be living here?

My plan was to find a park void of any lights so I could break out my camera and tripod and shoot pictures of the moon and the stars in all their glory.  Of course the one park I could find was closed and locked up.  Sigh.  So here I am, pretty much surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, and not knowing where the flip to go where I wouldn’t be bothered by the park police or neighborhood patrol or whoever.  I wound up driving into a dead end in a private neighborhood somewhere that took me right up to the beach.  There were no street lights so I figured this was as good a place as any, and I just had to hope the houses nearby didn’t see me and call the cops on me for daring to pollute their existence with my non-luxury vehicle in such close proximity.  I got out and the wind sliced through me like an angry cold mother…

But I was determined, so I broke out my tripod, turned on my car stereo to “Bad Moon Rising,” and managed to take the crappiest night shots of the sky that even a 5 year old could have outdone.  Here’s one of the moon:

I also managed a nightshot of 3 stars that I’m always seeing every time I look at the sky.  I wonder what formation this bright group of three stars belongs to, since they seemed to follow me everywhere:

Here’s a closer view of the three stars I’m referring to:

Anyone know what group this 3 star formation is a part of?

After a while, I finally gave up taking pictures of the night sky and trying to capture any meteor showers that were supposed to be happening that night.  They always seemed to occur right out of the corner of my eye too.  I would notice a streak but by the time I turned my head it was gone.  This shower was more like a drizzle to me, so I tried my hand at taking snapshots of the beach instead.  The lights in the background is that of the Connecticut shoreline:

Here’s another one of a nice big rock that accentuated the view:

Once I started losing feeling in my hands I knew it was about time to go, especially since a light in one of the houses nearby turned on and a dark figure appeared in a window.  With visions of Psycho dancing around in my head, I decided to make a quick exit and hauled my heinie out of there.

The drive back didn’t turn out to be so bad.  There was no traffic and when I filled up for gas on the way back, the engine light went out, so I was finally able to mellow out a bit and enjoy some of the small town scenery I drove through, with their Christmas lights and all.

All in all, it wasn’t the kind of night I wished it could have been, but I’m glad I did it anyway.  It got me out of my apartment, and in a way it served as a trial run for future trips.  If I hadn’t done it, then I would have been left to wonder what kind of celestial show I would have missed because I was too lazy to get myself out there and see for myself.

Hopefully though, the next time there’s a moon out like that there’ll be a glow in my heart, if ya know what I mean.  

There’s a glow in my heart!
Whoa, oh, oh, ooooooh,
I never felt before!

There’s a girl at my side!
Whoa, oh, oh, ooooooh,
That I adore!

There’s a glow in my heart!
I guess it’s because…

There’s a…. moon toiiiiiiiiiiinnnnniiiiiiiiight!

Tags: camera, car, christmas displays, coffee, drive, driving, dunkin donuts, fire, highway, hot chocolate, meteor, meteor shower, moon, night, nightshots, Photos, rock, sky, smoke, star, starbucks, street, traffic, trek
Categories: Lincoln's Personal Log
 
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I’ve been saying lately how much I wanted to turn my blog into something that would chronicle my traveling adventures and make my experiences an entertaining read for my dedicated fans.  With the moon being the closest it’s ever been in 15 years and a meteor shower to boot, this would have been a perfect opportunity for me to go out there and enjoy the moment, even if it meant taking an impromptu 3 hour drive in the middle of the night so I could get clear of the light pollution and enjoy the celestial show.  It would have made for an interesting blog post, I’m sure.

That’s what it should be all about right?  Spontaneous adventures!  Driving out into the unknown!  Participating in a celestial event that happens only once in a lifetime!  Going boldly where no blogging stud like me has gone before!

So what happens?  I end up vegging out on the couch eating purple tortilla chips and watching Stargate: Atlantis.

Hey I missed the last episode, I needed to catch up!    Besides, it was too cold out, and in my defense, I did manage to get a glimpse of the full moon when I took the garbage out.  That’s something right?

Hmmm, you think my dream girl would be pleased with me right now? 

Seriously though, I’m going to have to redeem myself here.  If I want to blog posts that will keep my audience entertained and coming back, then I’m going have to get up off my mooched up lazy lardballs, put myself out there, and live the kind of life that’s actually worth writing about.

So for that reason I am declaring tomorrow Redemption Day.  I am going to get my digicams, my tripod and my laptop together, and me and my SUV horse is gonna ride out to the Atlantic Ocean to get me some moon.  With any luck there’ll be a Starbucks on the way too so I can pick up a Gingerbread Latte.    I’m telling you, it’s gonna be awesome.

… … … wait a second, doesn’t The Librarian air tomorrow night? 

Tags: blog, blogging, dream girl, drive, driving, light pollution, meteor shower, moon, redemption, starbucks, stargate, travel
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Wednesday night I pulled up to the Starbucks drive-thru again, hoping against hope that Angelic Voice would be there…

“Hiiiiiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks!” What can I get for you?”

Oh yeaaaaahhh….

While I ordered hot chocolate my MP3 stereo was blasting Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,” a great background song I thought for what I was about to attempt.

“Don’t stop believin’,
Hold on to the feelin’”!

I pulled up and finally saw her, her hair tied up and revealing a cute, soft face as she put my drink together. I grinned and leaned over to crank up Journey.

Except I accidentally hit the wrong button and the track skipped to CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” instead.

“I see a bad moon a-rising!
I see trouble on the way!”

SH*&!!!!!!!!!!!!

I frantically tried to get it back when Angelic Voice opened the window to hand me my drink.

“Oh thanks! Hi listen, ummm…” I began awkwardly.

But she had already slammed the window shut.

“Don’t go around tonight,
Well it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise!”

Tags: angelic voice, bad luck, CCR, drive thru, hot chocolate, journey, mp3, song, starbucks, women
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On the way home I stopped by a Starbucks drive-thru to get some hot chocolate. The intercom crackled to life, and I suddenly heard the sweetest, most soothing female voice:

“Hiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?”

Oh sweetie, you have no idea.

“Ummm, could I get a hot chocolate, venti size?”

“Of course honey, would you like anything else?”

…honey… I was in love. I wanted to stay at the drive-thru and listen to her sweet, angelic voice forever.

“Hello?”

“Oh… uh no, that’s it.”

“Great, you can drive up to the window.”

I quickly drove up, eager to see who could be the owner of such a mellow, sugary voice that had so easily plucked at my heart strings.

I almost screamed when a lanky guy no older than 19 lumbered up to the window.

“Three twenty-five please.”

Dammit, my order had been passed on to someone else. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

I handed over my debit card and then leaned over to see if I could spot the girl. There she was, wearing a headset, her back to me as she put the finishing touches on my drink. A shapely figure with dark brown hair that flowed and bounced off her shoulders. Oh man please turn around, please turn around, please turn around…

“Here you go.” Lanky Boy gave me back my card, and then of course, completely blocking my view, took the hot chocolate Angelic Voice handed off to him, and gave that to me as well. @#$%!!!

I frantically tried to look around him so I could catch a glimpse of Angelic Voice’s face.

“Did you need anything else?”

“Oh… no, thanks,” I muttered, trying not to curse. I slowly drove away, debating whether I should slam on the brakes and run inside just so I could see her, but then thought better of it.

I think I’ll be coming back tomorrow though.

Tags: angelic voice, drive thru, female voice, hot chocolate, intercom, love, soothing, starbucks, sweet
Categories: Romance and Relationships
 
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