I walked down Canal on a cool October day looking for a coffee shop.
The morning had already been crappy.
Cookie, my collie, had kicked over my cup of coffee.
Caleb called from California because he was having cold feet about our wedding day,
which was supposed to be the day after Christmas.
Christina, his counselor, had confiscated his keys and told him to quit drinking so much Corona.
I was tired of crying
and tired of all the catastrophes that Caleb caused.
I felt that my co-workers, and maybe even my computer were better companions than he.
At least they didn't have conniptions everyday.
"i deserved better than this," i thought as i crossed the street.
Someone who had an appreciation for other cultures;
Someone who was compassionate;
Someone who at least enjoyed a good cappuccino.
And someone who was crazy in love with me.

i paid cash for my caramel macchiato and walked out of Chloe's Caffeine Bar, comtemplating the possibilites...
Costa Rica maybe?