Cupecake - Page 3

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Mrs. D and Matthew both corroborate the story that, when they had left the restaurant after our initial meeting, Matthew matter of factly told his mother that I was the one. That he knew it. And she said she had always known it. She told him what I said about my boyfriend and I breaking up, and Matthew demanded she turn around. They came back, he scribbled his note on that little piece of paper, and he went back to find me.

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We ordered our breakfast and, after a few more minutes, the hostess walked up to our table and slipped me a little not. "That guy just came back in and told me to give this to you. He saw you sitting with Chris and didn't want to be rude and interrupt," she told me.

My heart skipped a beat. I unfolded the little note. Matthew had written his name and phone number and the message: Be back in two weeks. Would be great to hear from you!

I wask shaking. I can't explain it, but I felt like I... Read Full Chapter

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But in typical jenni fashion, I had to say at least one ridiculous thing before going along my merry way, so just as I turned around to walk back into the diner, I decided it poke my head in the car one more time and say, "Oh, excuse me SIR? What did you say your name was again? I already forgot!" Yes, I called him SIR. And as soon as that word flew off my tongue I was mortified with myself. Why the !@#$ did I just call him "Sir?" What an idiot!

He just laughed and said "Matthew."

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Mrs. D led me just outside the little foyer where we'd been waiting. Her car was a few feet away, and the driver's side door was still open where she had gotten out. I peered into the car and there he was: the infamous son.

I'd be lying if I said I heard a choir of angels singing, or if I said a bright light shone upon him like some supernatural vision from God, but there was truly was instant attraction. He reached over from the passenger side seat to shake my hand and said, "Hey! Nice to... Read Full Chapter

So on that Monday morning, January 19 of 2009, I woke up, got showered, and dressed, and headed out to a 9:00 AM breakfast with my friend. Like usual, I was running a couple of minutes late.

Once i arrived, I parked my car and walked across the lot and into the little diner where my friend Chris was already waiting in the line to be seated. We chatted for maybe thirty seconds before the outside door of the restaurant swung open and, to my surprise, there was Mrs. D! She seemed excited to s... Read Full Chapter

It was Saturday that the ex and I had broken up by Monday morning, I as by NO means "Over" the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward to fun breakfast with a friend.

One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he had I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other's liv... Read Full Chapter