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In coffee on March 25, 2013 at 4:54 pm

i am still wasting time with boys. and we are quite good at it. saturday’s adventure began at sweet adeline’s bakeshop where i had such a wonderful piece of gorgeous layered irish coffee cake, i did not, for once, take a picture. i did not want to “share” this cake. he had the runner up: a red velvet cupcake. oh and there was a lot of swooning going on but there might have been a lemon square chaser.

anticipation

as we didn’t have anything better to do, the boy-girlfriend decides to get his tires rotated or balanced or aligned or something and we had to wander up to the pleasant hill shopping center and kill some time. and even in downtown oakland/rockridge he turns it into a nature romp. there are penned puppies to be petted, a deer on a cliff-face as agile as a bighorn sheep, and a mr. pigeon chasing a disinterested mrs. pigeon with tireless patience. and i come home with these three tiny rescue mutts:

mugshot

sunday is a two-for-one day and i have breakfast with my very first ever favorite boy, my big brother. we trot up to sconehenge where one can always get a delish wholesome meal. i just get the fruit bowl because my early morning bread & butter with coffee is still holding and because i have problems synching my meal times with others’ timetables. i’m just glad i was on brother’s list of stuff to do. penciled-in in pink, perhaps? and of course i order fresh squeezed orange juice so i can pretend we just came back from switzerland.

home by noon so i can be picked up by another boy-girlfriend and we run off to jack london square for fun in the sun. the farmers’ market is in full force and we promenade alongside the sparkly waters smiling at babies in buggies. there are cooking odors to be avoided and dreads/tattoo compliments to be absorbed. and then things take a sinister turn. ferris wheels beckon in the distance and then disappear. we follow rusty train tracks for miles like dusty hobos. baby buggies have become wheelchairs. our date ends when i have to give up my passenger seat to the giant potted cactus he impulsively purchases. i have to say, his competitiveness is not girlish at all.

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  1. Girls can be competitive, too. Good writing–A.
    Readers might want to know where competitiveness crept into the day.

  2. ted, i bought mini cacti and you had to buy a giant cactus.

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