Fido: the headquarters for attractive people.
I'm certain if any one person was struggling with sexual thoughts... or actions, this would be the place to avoid. But if you come here with Faith Walker, it turns into Comedy Central - Live. Faith has the uncanny ability to reel in any male her heart so desires. It's a work of art I don't possess. I am confident that if I even attempted any one of her lines, or looks, I would somehow fall flat on my face with a cup of soup dying my hair purple. I am not sure what soup is purple... but it would happen to me.
The majority of the population here would be Belmont or Vandy students. I have come to the conclusion that this is why I have never felt completely at home here. I don't dress grunge enough. I don't have a giant music industry text book open before me. And my right thigh alone is the width of any girls waist within 3 tables of me. Somehow, through all of the "fish out of water"ness, I am still drawn to these surroundings. Maybe it's my intrigue with people watching, the open windows that cover half of the shop's structure, or the Jasmine Tea. Either way, I am here. Curled up at a table. Sharing headphones with a beautiful friend. Gazing at the gloomy weather. And seriously questioning if Faith is going to get to use the line, "You're an attractive man, I'm an attractive female. It might be a good idea if you asked for my number." on the lumberjack studly manly man that just walked in the door. I'll sit in the background, once again, with wide eyes, and drool dancing down my chin.
I'm not saying I don't get asked out. Just yesterday the cashier at Walmart I see every week asked me out. Gettin them winners, ya'll.
