I hope you are smiling when reading this post but if you are not, I hope that you will be by the time you finish reading this experience of mine. First, Cheers! I am now worth a thousand followers lol. Thank you for trusting me, for believing in the worth of the petty words I write. I assure you that there is a part of my heart decorated in lilac just for you. Second, today I brought you some gossip; not really gossip, just telling you how one of my days went recently.
So, each one of us know that Java is a brand famous for it’s different types of coffee and snacks, mostly coffee and if we are all honest, we have held a meeting or a date there once or twice. For those who have not been there, I know you would want to pay a visit and at least take coffee. If you are not in any of the two categories, you probably hate either coffee or adventure. I had been planning to take myself to Java for a treat one day and just enjoy a mug, all by myself, of whatever caught my eye on the menu. What I did not know is that I would find myself there in a rather helpless situation. We all know first times suck, especially when you are in the company of people who have been in the situation a hundred times and you are the only one who has to observe first before you can do anything.
I wanted some documents signed by a very honorable person and he told me to meet him at a mall. Having in mind that a signature only takes some few seconds to put down, I knew that the meeting would only last a few minutes so I did not expect anything engaging… Like COFFEE!!! I got there really early and by the time he arrived, I had strolled around, toured every shop, looked at TV prices, sportswear, gym equipment… You would think I was out to furnish my house. Then came the call. He said, “I’m at Java, come out to the shades, I am waiting for you.”
My two minutes meeting ended as planned and I was looking for some words to use for goodbye. That’s when he said I had to stay and take something. I could literally feel my confidence running away and I sank. First, he was not alone (great people are always having company) and second, I hate having my first times in the presence of honorable people because I often embarrass myself. I could not think of anything more than coffee which he said he wouldn’t pay for, (I could as well go and make it in my house) and asked the waitress to bring me mocha instead. I hereby confess that I almost spilled it because I was shaking too much but the worst was yet to come. They asked for beef samosas!
There were forks and knives, serviettes… and there I was, waiting for them to do what they do when they order such things in a café. None of the crew used knives so I thought, Aha! Easy job for me. I was really wrong. The atmosphere was tense, I could barely hold my hands still and though we were having some really lovely conversation, my mind was so clouded I forgot there was a table and leaned back. I spilled almost half of the minced meat in my snack and I was really embarrassed. Some things cannot be undone, like cleaning the Java floor because you did not have in mind that there is a table! I felt like that moment was frozen. I could feel really sharp eyes looking at me. My host pretended he did not notice anything but who can’t see the floor when they are typing something on phone? Anyway, the next two hours went on for a million years and I’m definitely going to Java again, alone, to have the first time moment I had been planning for.