We met at a coffee shop - Sex Stories

We met at a coffee shop

After the third time that her and I just happened to find ourselves making eye contact across the room I turned to my friend and said, "Hey! See that woman over there? I am going ask her to go on a date with me."

"What do you mean?" He asked, laughing at the abruptness of the statement.

"She keeps looking over at me, smiling, and then looking away with confused micro-expressions on her face. She gay." I explained with open hands and a look that said "that was that."

After a moment I could tell that my friend thought I was stretching. So I continued, "I'd bet you twenty bucks that she thinks she's straight, but she's attracted to me and it's making her feel the wiggly warm gay little feelings." I explained with what I can only assume is sign language for "worms in the belly" and an assurance that comes from the collective shared experience of every embodied androgynous person I've ever met.

"What?" He said. "You need to deflate that ego. That woman is not into you. She's clearly on a date with the guy she's with!"

"Yeah, I know. So why does she keep making eye contact with ME? Shouldn't her focus be elsewhere?" I quipped with a smirk. "Everyone's at least little gay. I don't need her to be attracted to 99.9% of women to get a 'yes', I just need her to be attracted to me!" I laughed at my own attempt to justify my plan to disrespect the hell out of this poor guy across the table from her. "I just need her to be.1% gay."

I mimed picking a piece of paper out of ...

... a large bowl and said in my best Effie Trinket voice, "May the odds be ever in my favor!"

When my friend could no longer resist my exaggerated grin and wide eyes, he said. "Okay but how are you going to ask her out while she's on a date with someone? You cannot go over there and humiliate him."

"Fair enough." I conceded. "They didn't drive together. I noticed her when she came in and was bummed when I saw that guy come in to meet her. If he leaves first I'll go talk to her... then it will just be fate!" I suggest.

I silently prayed to all of the deities I could think of that he would leave first and waited.

My very large green tea finally made it to where I could hold my bladder no longer and I had to risk that she might leave while I was in the bathroom. "Don't let her leave while I'm gone." I jokingly commanded, as I hustled to the bathroom as quickly as is socially appropriate.

I picked the closest stall, and rushed to get my pants off so I could hurry through my business and return to my stakeout. While I was washing my hands she came through the door.

We made eye contact through the mirror and the way she smiled at me confirmed my suspicions in full. I turned to her and said, "Are you here for me?"

"I don't know. Yes? I don't know." She blushed and hid her face with her hands.

"I see." I said, while taking a step closer to her. "So yes?"

She doesn't break eye contact with me, but instead of answering she nervously chewed her bottom lip.

"Let ...