Thoughts on Caffeine Induced Insomnia/A Pretty Waitress in a Cafe
Right now I am awake„ probably because I drank two cups of coffee and I usually drink zero cups.
I am also hungry, and sort of want to walk to the grocery store to get something to eat but it’s about fifteen minutes away which is not too far but not close enough, so I keep being unsure if I want to commit half an hour to walking when I could be sleeping, but I’m not sleeping anyway, so it doesn’t make any difference. But then I think it could make a difference because I’d probably be awake anyway.
I also keep thinking about the pretty waitress at the cafe who probably spent minutes mustering up her courage/english skills to tell me about how she went to Virginia beach.
I think her name is Olga, but I could be wrong, because there are a lot of Olgas in Russia.
I am a regular at this cafe, but not because of her.
I hope she doesn’t think I go there because of her, I go there because that’s where some friends of mine go and it’s close to my apartment and has decent coffee and has a nice atmosphere.
Sometimes I think she gives me looks but I don’t want her looks, I just want to drink coffee/speak Russian.
I don’t want to deal with pretty waitresses because it could ruin the dynamic of this cafe for me. If anything happened, whether positive or negative, I could never enter this cafe again and have it feel the way it feels now. I feel as if I would have to act in one way or the other. Would have to kiss/avoid her (depending on circumstances). Would have to learn her work schedule to not feel awkward. Would feel like a stalker because I knew her work schedule. Would probably get in arguments with her if I went on nights she didn’t work (if positive). Can’t believe I’m thinking about this so much. Silly how pretty waitresses can do that.
This cafe is funny because the owner just got an old piano for aesthetic reasons only and I sat next to it and watched him show it to all of his regulars/friends. He’s very proud of this piano. It’s from 1841, I know this because he said it about 14 times.
There is an American smooth jazz musician coming to this cafe on December second. I was thinking about going so I could talk to an American, but then I remember that smooth jazz is essentially like the Five for Fighting of jazz. I’d probably feel like the club is a big elevator.
I also couldn’t tell him that I liked his music/that he is talented because I wouldn’t be thinking either of these things. Maybe the latter, if he was an EXCEPTIONAL smooth jazz musician. Are there those?
I probably won’t go, or if I do, I’ll probably stay on the other side where you don’t have to pay for the concert. Maybe the pretty waitress will bring me my coffee. Maybe she’ll have a new English thing to say.
