My dear cousin, The Dol, was telling me a story the other day about her brief encounter with a supernatural force. She claims that the power was so great that she almost considered leaving BabyDoc for the cashier she met at the Shell station.
Now, BabyDoc is a great catch with a health benefits and I love him to death. So I was shocked that The Dol could ever consider such a thing because she is truly the most sensible woman that I know. But, she assured me that she wasn't thinking clearly at the time.
She claims that she was under the power of the three wolves. Not real wolves. But the three wolves that were on his shirt.
I shook it off in disbelief.
Yesterday, I was running some errands in my usual errand-running attire which consist of over-sized sunglasses, pulled back hair, no make up, an old t-shirt, flip flops, and yoga pants. I call the look "yeah that's right I do yoga so I must hip and not care about my looks because I have high self-esteem" even though I do yoga maybe thrice times a year. I really hate all forms of exercise.
Not that I hate yoga so much; I just love the pants more.
Now, if there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I'm an absolute coffee addict. Sometimes I forget to eat, but never will I ever forget my coffee.
Seriously, they might as well inject it into me.
If I make it, it's strong an served black. I leave it to the coffee shops to fancy it up for me because I'm really that lazy.
Anyway, it was early afternoon and I'd only had three cups and was feeling the urge for another. I swung into my local Starbucks to feed my addiction. I quickly gave the barista my order. However, they were out of soy so I had to settle for the Tuscon Whole Milk 1 Gallon 128 fl oz. I went to sit on the couch while it brewed. I made my way to my destination.
Tthat's when I noticed him.
I'm not sure what I was struck by first. Was it his girthy frame and the permanent pit stains? Or, was it his Wal*Mart jeans that clearly hadn't been washed in about a week. It might have been the grease-stained iron-toed boots he sported.
Regardless. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I almost knocked over a tumbler display walking to the couch because I was that overtaken by him. He was sitting in the lounge chair in the corner browsing on his PC. I'm a Macintosh girl at heart, but apparently at that moment in time I wouldn't have cared if he was operating on Linux.
I sat on the couch and just stared at him.
He moved his arm to scratch his crotch and that's when I finally saw it. He was wearing the most entrancing 100% cotton black tie-dyed shirt I had ever seen. I felt as if the wolves on it were calling me to him. To me, he was the moon and I so desperately wanted to be one of those wolves on his shirt. I so badly just wanted to rip that shirt off him right then and there and make sweet love to him.
Yes, I was still aware that I was in a public environment.
I could not have cared less.
This boy had possibly nothing going for him and I'm almost 87% sure he lived with his mother and played video games all day long. But I, Pandora, was smitten by this boy.
They say that when you encounter your soulmate the smells are crisper and music starts to fill the air with its sounds.
Well, folks, that happened.
The smell of coffee had never been so good and The Avett Brothers have never sounded more lovely.
My coffee with Tuscon whole milk finally came and I had to fight the urge to stay. I almost wanted to just be with him instead of at the shoe sale going on at Nordstroms. I contemplated being bold and giving him my number, but then I remembered the story that The Dol had previously told me.
I took a deep breathe and stepped outside the doors of Starbucks.
Finally, I came back down to earth. My head was spinning and I was so confused as to what had just happened. After all, I am Pandora and a super goddess. I make boys swoon over me, and never is it visa versa. All I know is that never again will I shrug off anything The Dol tells me.
Because I, too, was powerless to the wolves.
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