A case of mistaken identity

I never stop being surprised at my own stupidity. Really, I don’t.

I’ve done so many dumb things that I can’t even comprehend that one man can do so many things and still function in society.

I don’t even know which story I should begin with, there’s that many.

I guess I can start with one that’s still fresh in my memory.

I was on my way home from work when I passed a cafe. Inside I could see one of the baristas working.

She was beautiful.

I decided to go in for a hot chocolate, I don’t drink coffee.

I wanted to talk to her, in the hopes that she might find me interesting enough to talk to. Maybe today would be my lucky day, I thought.

I sat down at a table where I could see the counter where she stood. I put my things on the table and walked up to the counter to order my drink.

I smiled and she smiled back, asking me what I wanted. I said I wanted a hot chocolate and she smiled again.

She had a beautiful smile.

I told her what I wanted before she had time to ask me.

I was nervous, and hoping that she wouldn’t notice.

She gave me my drink with a smile and I walked back to my table.

I sat there, drinking my hot chocolate and watching her going about her day. Greeting every customer with her beautiful smile.

She could see me looking at her, I knew that because she would catch me staring and gave a little smile from time to time.

I was mesmerized by that smile.

After I while I gathered the courage to walk back up to the counter and with under pretense of ordering another chocolate I tried to strike up a conversation with her.

I chocked on my own words and she gave me another smile before she starting talking instead.

That’s when I realized my mistake.

Her voice was dark, too dark to be female.

I tried to end the conversation but she… he seemed so happy that someone wanted to talk that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had made a mistake. I didn’t want to be rude.

When he handed me my drink he also gave a note with his number and the words “call me”.

She… He gave me a wink as I sat down at my table.

I waited for a while that night until I knew that she had finished her shift then I called her. Again because I didn’t want to be rude. She seemed happy that I had called and we talked for a while.

We ended the phone call after having decided to meet up for a movie and maybe a drink after.

So that’s one story that I have and also the background story of what I’m doing tonight. I’m going to a movie and a drink with a man who looks like a woman, all because I was dumb enough not to realize she was a man.

I think I might take that drink before the movie instead.

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