An update from “confessions of a barista”: The guy never came back in (see previous post).
In the meantime, I’m realizing that being in your thirties is like going through puberty again, especially if you’re single. I guess you’re never too old for a little crush, and the awkwardness that comes with it.
The risk involved in telling this story is that it is not past tense. So long, pride!
jj barrows 
You are too funny and pretty to be single.
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hah!
thanks Randy!
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JJ, Holy Zeus. I randomly came across this video (and others) through reddit. This last one about curiousity and just the disinterest in dating playfulness and that scene. Love it. Loooooove it. So true. My ineptitude with the opposite sex is on the level of success that a pale man seeking a tan chooses to sun bathe in Northern Canada during wintertime. Thanks for sharing!
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