Missed Connection — Maggie Wells

Saturday morning sorority girl -- Cuppa Joe -- Halsted St.

At least that's what you look like to me. I see you every Saturday, ordering your non-dairy, decaf, why-bother version of coffee. You with the Goldilocks hair, big blue eyes, and toothpaste smile. You match your little gym outfits to your yoga mat and clutch your Blackberry like a lifeline.

I shouldn't be attracted to you, but I am.

You want me too. I've caught you, you know. You stare at me with the same hungry gaze you use on the chocolate croissants in the case.

Do you have a craving for ink, Goldilocks? Are you itching to take a stroll on the dark side? Will you dare to take a bite, or will you deny yourself pleasure like you do pastry?

Don't walk away again. Let me have you. Let me have just enough so I can stop thinking about you and you can stop staring at me. Take a taste of me. I dare you. Meet me at Cuppa Joe, Friday the 15th at 9PM.

Don't settle for just right, Goldilocks -- just this once, choose too hard and too hot.