One good way to start the monday

Prologue:

Saturday night I see her coming into the bar, when I was leaving to the other side. She notices me, and smiles shyly.

Nowadays she must be twenty two or twenty three. I've had my eyes on her for quite some time, but for some reason never really talked much. Reason being: Exceptional looks, a height of 180, meat in the right places, and an innocent smile.

Half an hour later I bump into her, and we start talking. The conversation from the first second is normal, but the body language is on fire... and she pulls back. Introduces me to her neighbor,

"He is my very good friend"

"How do you know eachother?" with a smirk, testing the waters,

"Oh he is just a friend. Just a friend. My neighbor"

Poor guy was with us the whole time, sadness on his face, and I felt no pity. She had pulled herself back, contradicting her behavior in the first minute, causing a question mark in my head, and her very good friend nicely blocked me, I left, wondering about the sudden change in her behavior.

P.s.: This behavior usually happens when a girl feels she may be loosing control, and she has a reason that forbids her from losing control.

This morning:

I get up, effing monday. Take my gym bag, and go downstairs to walk to the car.

What I did not mention is that she works in this coffee that is close to my place.

I say eff it.

I need some mental boost to my monday.

I go to the coffee.

She sees me, smiles, without me asking pours me coffee totally full, she remembers I like my coffee black as a moonless sky, and I've ony taken coffee there a few times.

"Morning"

"Morning"

"You want something else?"

"Your number."

"eeh.. ha?"

"I want your number"

"...No...no"

"Coffee is good then"

And she smiles.

She also smiled while saying the "no". In a way that told me there is a boyfriend somewhere, and that makes intimacy not easily possible at this time. But I saw it in her face, that that was the only barrier.

Rejection? Well, yea.

Did I feel bad? Ehhm.. No.

I sat down with my hot coffee, enjoying the low flying morning sunshine, and smiled to myself, knowing I had to do it, to clear the waters, to see if she would be willing to drop by after work someday. It was in the end a verbalized rejection, but a rejection is always better than me not having tried.

And anyway, her words were saying no, but not the rest. She's young, and I got time; one day the little bird will want to fly again.

Sipped my coffee, content with myself,

"Gotta do what you gotta do."