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La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait. I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds... Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut. I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..


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Sunday, September 25, 2005
Coffeehouse Encounter of the Empowering Kind

'She is hella-banging fine.' He thought to himself as he got in line behind her at Starbucks. He had never believed in love at first sight, lust yes, but not love. And yet, here he was feeling an unanticipated tightening in his chest, rather than his loins. She was a Greek goddess if ever there were one. Tall, graceful and finely tanned. Her jet black hair hung in a soft fall down to the center of her back. She looked like everything he had never been nor could ever hope to be. Sophisticated, worldly, experienced to his scruffy, yokel-esque existence.

She could feel his eyes on her as she ordered her latte'. She was accustomed to this sort of attention from men. And yet, it never ceased to amaze her how painfully predictable they were. She glanced over her shoulder at him as the barista called out her drink. He was cute, in a Johnny Knoxville-I-kick-a**-and-you-don't-even-know-it sort of way, but she had no illusions what-so-ever that he would be any different than all the other guys who ogled her everywhere she went.

'Should I say something?' he thought, fiddling with his keys as he watched her reach into her purse for her wallet. Suddenly, she looked over her shoulder at him, as if she could somehow hear what he was thinking. She locked eyes with him and his fingers released. It was the purest reflex he had ever had. She gave him a half-moon smile and turned to pay for her drink. By the time he had picked his keys up off the ground and straightened up, she was moving over to the pick-up area. 'Smooth, Nassir. Real Smooth.' He thought stepping up to the register.

She stood watching the barista make her drink. Her eyes drifted over to him. He accepted his drink and paid for it simultaneously. 'He's a regular.' She thought, inadvertently raising an eyebrow. He didn't even look at her as he turned around and walked to the condiments bar. She accepted her drink and followed suit. She slid up to his left, she felt him flinch a little and she knew she had him. It was almost too easy. She reached across his body for the brown sugar, giving him another one of her pearly crescent smiles. He cracked a smile this time, backing up to give her some room. "Excuse me." She said sweetly, turning over the sugar packets and stirring her drink. "You smell heavenly." He replied. She stopped stirring and turned to look at him. He just stared at her, wide-eyed. His face was changing colors rapidly, like a fast-forward sunset. She smiled deviously and licked the foam off her swizzle stick. Without saying a word, she replaced the cap on her drink, picked up her purse and walked out of the coffeehouse.

Second Encounter coming soon....



oooh, close, he needs to work on his execution, closing the deal ;)

i like it...

You know you see so many stunningly presented women in Kuwait, but none of them are approachable, regardless if you are a decent chap or not!

Do you think it's the women who are unapproachable or is it the men who are intimidated....?

hmmm.... We'll see wut happens in the next encounter....

its obvious to me whats going on...

the women are constantly bombarded by guys and their harassment... so they develop thick skins and close themselves off to having a chat with a stranger in a cafe, restaurant or whatever...

so when a guy approaches, she either ignores him (expecting the worst and so not wanting to lead him on by replying) or turns him down straight away 1) someone might see her talking to him 2) she is used to doing it and so its a reflex action now...

its annoying... gives normal ppl like me a bad rep and makes it harder for no reason

Well I would be inclined to blame the losers who made girls react the way we do.... I have sympathy for you tho, normal guy! ;)

after this summer outside of Kuwait, ive given up on arab women, especially kuwaiti women here in Kuwait...

waste of time, money and emotion :)

Wow... that is a popular opinion I must say...

I don't think you should give up hope just yet...
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