Love Letter #2

It's time for another chronicle in the love life of a foreign exchange student (or rather lack thereof). Yes, it is time for another stalker love letter. You see, after my Korean crush moved to a higher class (dang studious guy!) and I didn't see him much anymore, I was forced to move on.

Luckily, fate provided the perfect stalk-worthy guy in the form of a coffee shop barista. Now, I have waited a few months to prove that my love is in fact true, and not motivated by the potential free lattes that I might get from our relationship.

I sought affirmation from a friend that he was, in fact, a good potential choice, and she agreed that he had a wholesome sort of a vibe, and good looks in an unassuming way. And thus the stalking began.

I noticed right off that he greeted my by name (I guess the boss told him my name?) and was pretty good at deciphering me when I would botch the names of the drinks I was ordering in Chinese. Eventually I started just having my stand-by latte, which became a bit of an inside joke since I never really branched out (hey, I like an intense caffeine kick).

Finally, I decided to make my move. (Insert explanation: I do not know how to flirt. Hence why what follows is my version of making a move).

Cute Barista: "What would you like today? A latte?"

Me: "Ah, yes." *sheepish grin* *awkwardly clear throat and attempt a casual tone* "So, what's your name?"

Cute Barista: "_____" (Yeah, I'm not posting that in the blogosphere. But his last name is Hou.)

Me: "Ah"

Cute Barista: "My English name is Peter."

Me: "Oh, that's a good name."

(He grins and goes to get my drink)

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Yeah, I know, that was almost too hot for the blogosphere, right?

Since then we have had other such awkward interactions, most of which I will not share here since I have already established that when it comes to flirting, I am in fact stuck in junior high.

However, on my birthday, this is what he drew on my latte:

Thus, here is my love letter, which I don't think needs to be particularly elaborate.

Dear Peter,

As it so happens, my dream guy can pull off a baseball cap, looks a bit like Hyun Bin (Korean film star), and knows how to properly brew espresso. Let's get married. If you want, we can go on a date first.

Love, Julie, aka the foreign girl who always drinks a latte and creepily glances at you (but hey, I've seen you glancing at me too)