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The Porcelain Doll
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The Porcelain Doll Occasionally, we formulate an image of a person, and who we THINK they are. Reading people is a skill. .................................................................. From the moment he first noticed her, he had been mesmerized by her stunning beauty and could only imagine that she also possessed, a kind, and loving soul to match. Although she resembled a porcelain doll (with short blond hair and stunning blue eyes), her skin, would have been warm to his touch - had he been close enough to caress her. She was, he concluded, unlike any other woman he had ever - (almost) met. He closed his eyes tightly, and finally, imagined that he had mustered up enough courage to approach her and say hello. As he neared her 'space', he inhaled her perfumed scent and it filled his nostrils with a desire, for long walks along a sandy ocean beach. "Hi. I see you here all the time. My name is Paul, and what's yours? " She looked at him and blankly stared. Then, inexplicably, as he stood there in front of her, she seethed into a furious, roaring rage - he could not believe, was ever possible. Her screams filled the air as she closed her eyes, and clenched her fists and pounded her thighs with all her might. His ashen face reflected his shock and horror and it was so astounding and overwhelming - it was truly a nightmare ! Certainly this could not be the woman, he thought he would one day, love and adore, and spend the rest of his life with. How could she be? Suddenly, he felt a strong hand squeezing his shoulder. "Hey Paul... Paul ! They called your name. That's you, right?", his friend Mike jokingly yelled into his ear above the morning din of that crowded coffee shop. Paul opened his eyes, and blinked, and then blinked again. His 'Porcelain Doll' , stood some twenty feet away, laughing and smiling and talking with friends. "Hey... buddy... what's wrong? You look like you're in a daze and you've seen a ghost ! S.nap out of it. Go get your coffee. ", he laughed heartily again, as he pushed him forward, towards the counter. "Paul... Mr. Paul ! One Large, Triple, Venti, Half Sweet, Non-Fat, Caramel Macchiato !" , chimed the tall girl behind the counter, as if to the syncopated beat of a song. He rushed up and grabbed the large cup from the girl's hand, smiled meekly and turned around. They had messed up his order, once again. He had ordered, a ' Small, Double, Double ', but he didn't care ! He was getting out of there, in a hurry. "Hey Mike... I'll wait for you by the car, OK?", he waved to his friend. And with that, he turned and gingerly, tried to weave his way through that tightly packed mob, and out of the shop. He lowered his head so as to assure himself, there would not be any, eye contact with his 'Porcelain Doll' . In spite of his calculations, all other lanes of passage were soon blocked, and he came dangerously close to her, until... "Ooops." she giggled, while she steadied his arm, as it gently nudged up against her blouse and her plump left breast. "You're in a rush this morning? I see you here all the time. My name is Debra, and what's yours?", she smiled brightly, flashing white teeth that blinded him momentarily. "Oh... Hi... Yeah... My name is Paul. I am late for a meeting. Gotta run." He lifted his elbow up from her breast, turned and quickly ran out the door and to the car. Finally, he leaned back against the car door, relieved that he had escaped. He wasn't sure if he should share that coffee shop 'waking nightmare' , with his psychiatrist - or not. He'd think about it. Much calmer now and away from that frantic caffeine boutique, he slowly exhaled and took a leisurely sip of his large drink. 'Oh my gosh!' , he thought to himself, while glaring at his cup. 'This stuff tastes like crap. Who drinks this shit?' And at that moment, Mike sauntered up to him - car keys jiggling in his hand, sipping his coffee. "They fricken messed up my order, again dammit ! Hey Paul... Whatsay we give that other coffee place... down the street, a shot tomorrow ... huh?" Paul looked at Mike, and then back to his own drink. "Ya know Mike? Let's give these guys one more try. Maybe tomorrow, they'll get it right.", he laughed. Paul smiled to himself thinking ; 'Maybe tomorrow, he would get it right...! Yep... Maybe tomorrow.' ©September 2018 Paul P. …...................................................................... So ... What's your beverage or food of choice to start your day? What do you order when you go to those coffee/ specialty places? ©September 2018 Paul P. ...................................................................... Happy National Coffee Ice Cream Day! . . .....................................................................  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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I don't always start my day off with a coffee, but when I do - it's from the coffee place on my to work at the drive thru. The girls who work there know me and we share a few laughs. I'll order a medium with one cream and one sugar. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Closer to work there's a huge 'chain' nearby and I see a lot of the same faces day after day, but I never say hello. They all seem so serious and stressed out... Lol.. I'll nod my head, once in a while. And they nod back. That's as far as it gets. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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In Seattle, i tend to frequent a coffee place before work, when i had an office to go to...my beverage of choice depends on the season. Winter/Christmas, it's a chai eggnog, or a peppermint mocha, which will be influenced by whether i need caffeine or something warm; in spring it may be a chai or a hot English breakfast tea; summer time, it's likely to be an iced tea lemonade. When fall rolls around, a salted caramel mocha. I don't care for brewed coffee, but the drinks with all the crap hiding the flavor can be okay (keep that pumpkin spice away, though....yuck!) "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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9/6/2018 6:37 am |
I start my day with coffee, but I avoid those Barstuck's places, those coffees always taste like a milkshake or send me jittering over the edge of a caffeine overload.
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Good morning Paul and what an intriguing read, I can't drink coffee, so I usually stick to my water, or OJ in the summer time, and of course I have to have my hot Cocoa in the winter. I hope you have a great day.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I'm not a coffee drinker.........my morning starts with O.J. later it will be a peppermint tea.......summers its "icecaps"...........on the odd time it would be a flavoured coffee like "french vanilla".
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Coffee is my choice. Hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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