the kind of life i wish for..

the other night i was out and about, roaming the town with a lovely friend of mine, when we decided to duck in to a shop completely devoted to chocolat. and stepping in through the squeaky old peeling green door (with a very  low handle - just had to mention this), i spotted a group of people, sat in the side corner. and i decided right there and then, they were going to be my people when i'm older and perhaps married, or thinking about it, and that was what we would be doing on a saturday night.

they were beautiful, 30s probably (ok, 30's not that old, but i'm a young grasshopper by any standards), all those kind of people with an automatic charisma - your eye just gets drawn to them no matter what - interesting people, people with stories to tell. well groomed but somehow scruffy, like it didn't really matter that they were 35 and thinking about kids, seriously now; stray tattoos sneaking out from underneath a shirt collar (the one i spotted first was this man - not usually a huge fan of neck tattoos but his hair {dark and combed back into a quiff - but a good one} caught my eye as much as the first tattoo and the one on his forearm when i looked closer). amazing looking girlfriend/wife, red lipstick.

anyway, i obviously had a jealous moment.

it passed, after an accidental coffee at 11pm, and then the trip home on a caffeine buzz at midnight. both of these will usually surpass anything that has happened before. late night coffee causes my brain to shut down, leaving me nothing to think about but what is actually in front of my eyes..