Old posts from a journal I'm deleting.

I went for crepes tonight for dinner, and the waiter was so cute. New, I think. Or at least this was the first time I'd seen him. He wasn't my usual type, but I don't know if I have a usual type these days. Let's see. Streaky-dark hair, curly like mine, pulled back in a ponytail. It was a bit shorter than mine though--mine's a little longer than my shoulders, but his was just long enough for the ponytail, and some of his bangs had slipped out from it, like mine still do some days. He was American, I'm pretty sure, though the owners/chef are french. The wife was eating dinner with their little boy while I was there. Somedays he's much too distracted by the customers to eat dinner. As I remember, he spent a good bit of time pounding on a table the last I was there. :) He's such a cutie though. Bilingual, too.
Anyways, back to the waiter. Um...looked college-ish, but he seemed about my age, which I guess is still college age, depending on your schedule. And he was scruffy, which I always like. The "I couldn't be bothered to shave this morning" look. One of the boys at work has it down pat--plus, he combines with suits. Very GQ and all that. ;)