- Joined
- Mar 23, 2014
Dan Morlock was sitting at his usual table in the local cafe, nursing his espresso as he watched the world go by, Dan had spent the better part of his life amassing a fortune but sadly little else, he was lonely, physically near broken and rather unpleasant to look at.
In fact he hated to look at himself at all such was the depression it would cause him.
Then she came in, the blonde haired angel that entered the cafe every morning around this time, he would watch her and imagine what it would be like to talk to her, to be around her for even a moment. Of course these thoughts were merely romantic fantasies, why would she want to even be around a 45 year old man who looked 60 was balding and overweight, he couldn't bring himself to even insult her by saying good morning.
And yet this morning he felt a little different about things, he had spent the night reminiscing about his youth and how he was once able to talk to women and how he enjoyed the flirting and company.
He had been thinking of other things to, more outlandish ideas like paying a woman to be his, to employ her as his own personal girlfriend. One step at a time he thought, first you have to talk to her.
He watched as she got her coffee and sat down, he took a breath and walked over to her. He quickly checked his suit in the reflection of the window, he looked ok, as good as it gets he thought.
He couldn't believe he was doing it as he walked over, oh well, he was here now, right in front of her, he may as well..
"Umm.. Good Morning Miss, do you mind if I join you for a coffee?" he said to her as pleasantly as he could, it was an inoffensive request, she would probably say no, that was fine he thought, he waited to hear her response.
In fact he hated to look at himself at all such was the depression it would cause him.
Then she came in, the blonde haired angel that entered the cafe every morning around this time, he would watch her and imagine what it would be like to talk to her, to be around her for even a moment. Of course these thoughts were merely romantic fantasies, why would she want to even be around a 45 year old man who looked 60 was balding and overweight, he couldn't bring himself to even insult her by saying good morning.
And yet this morning he felt a little different about things, he had spent the night reminiscing about his youth and how he was once able to talk to women and how he enjoyed the flirting and company.
He had been thinking of other things to, more outlandish ideas like paying a woman to be his, to employ her as his own personal girlfriend. One step at a time he thought, first you have to talk to her.
He watched as she got her coffee and sat down, he took a breath and walked over to her. He quickly checked his suit in the reflection of the window, he looked ok, as good as it gets he thought.
He couldn't believe he was doing it as he walked over, oh well, he was here now, right in front of her, he may as well..
"Umm.. Good Morning Miss, do you mind if I join you for a coffee?" he said to her as pleasantly as he could, it was an inoffensive request, she would probably say no, that was fine he thought, he waited to hear her response.