So there you stood, in all of your glorious, mustached perfection, smiling at me ever so sweetly while you waited for your coffee...which is exactly the opening I've been waiting for, and what do I do? Stare at you like a deer in the headlights and keep walking. Really?? Seriously....I am officially hopeless when it comes to men. I wonder if there are any openings at the convent, though I'm sure I'd probably screw that up somehow too. Ugghhhh...lol. —Hopeless Redheaded Idiot