Nice Mugs...

It's a cold cloudy day in the town square this morning.  The weather reflects my somber gray mood.  I have been in a bit of a funk for the past month or so and I just can't seem to shake it.  When I become melancholy, my wandering eye is much more active.  Couple that with the recent argument I had with D and I am well positioned to completely fuck up my life.  Thankfully I recognize the temporal nature of any encounter I may have and I steer clear of any opportunities that could turn into something ugly.  But, I still think....  Yes, and I use the word "think" loosely. 

Recently I had a brief conversation with a young woman at the coffee shop.  I arrived later then usual and she walked in a bit later.  She ordered a coffee and a biscotta then sat down directly across from my table.  I caught her eye for a moment and she responded with the briefest of smiles.  Producing a paperback from her pocketbook she began to read while nibbling on her twice-baked cookie.  I closed my laptop and stood up placing it in my bag.  I then carried my dishes up to the counter, returned to my table and slung my pack over my shoulder heading towards  the door.  As I walked by her table I noticed her coffee mug.  It was an odd green color with some funky letters on it and appeared to be some type of homemade ceramic.  "Nice mug" I said as I walked by her table.  "Thank you" she replied looking up at me.  She had a beautiful smile and I paused by her table for a moment.  "I picked it up at the thrift shop" she continued.  "Really?" I asked.  "It is very unusual.  You know..." I paused as I looked intently into her face.  She had hazel eyes, a small upturned nose and prominent cheek bones.  I colorful scarf was wrapped around her neck and she wore a green wool sweater that did not accentuate her small pert breasts.  "Coffee mugs almost always reflect the personality of the owner" I continued.  "Oh really" she asked tilting her head a bit to the side her mouth curling upward with a sly grin.  "Definitely"  I replied.  "And what would my mug say about me?"  "Well..."  I started as I looked down at the unusual container.  "I think it says that you have a real sense of style, you look for the interesting things in life, you like traditional jazz music with a lot of saxophone and you love cute puppy dogs."  "Ok, I will give you points one and two... but you need to explain points two and three" she said as she leaned back in her chair.