Saturday morning sorority girl—Cuppa Joe—Halsted St.
At least that’s what you look like to me. I see you every Saturday, ordering your non-dairy, decaf, why-bother version of coffee. You with the Goldilocks hair, big blue eyes, and toothpaste smile. You match your little gym outfits to your yoga mat and clutch your Blackberry like a lifeline.
I shouldn’t be attracted to you, but I am.