The Seven-Pager Blues: Coffee with Skater Boy

This is another one of those posts that I've posted a million times. Same circumstance, different occasion. Paper is due tomorrow, I haven't started on it, and I don't feel like writing it.

It'll get done. Somehow. It always does. I'm probably going to use a paper I wrote last summer on the same short story as my base and sort of springboard off of it, adding sources and other points to expand it. I will briefly procrastinate by sharing this story:

A while ago, during my last year of teacher life, I found myself at Starbucks chatting with a friend about Spanish. A jolly, effeminate older man sitting nearby overheard and he happened to be a Spanish-speaker too, and we starting going at it in Spanish. He regaled me with stories of singing opera and wistfully related the time he sang with Leontyne Price. As an addendum, he gifted me with a burnt copy of an Il Divo CD since it featured a few songs in Spanish. He offhandedly mentioned that one of the baristas was a Spanish-speaker as well.

Impassioned, I bounded over to the counter to share in the Spanishy goodness and introduced myself to the barista. He was into Spanish! So am I! He was thinking about going to Spain! To the same place I went when I studied abroad! Omg! We had so much to talk about. He told me about this teach English abroad program he'd heard about. Sweet.

I don't know why, but he didn't strike me as the Spanish type. I don't know what I think the Spanish type is, but he seemed . . . I don't know. He gave off the air of a skater dude. With the piercings and the faux-hawk and all. He definitely didn't seem to be the type to want to have anything to do with me outside of small talk about studying abroad in Spain for the time being.

But I was wrong. He asked me for my info and gave me his and suggested I look him up on Facebook so that he could send me the info about the teach abroad stuff. "We should go to lunch sometime," he said. Ka-puzzlement? Skater boy wants a lunch date?

Fast forward to today. Ah, Facebook. It just so happens he's coming to town later on this week for a study abroad meeting with the golden boy professor (for whom I'm supposed to be writing this paper). We settled on getting coffee at the student center after the meeting. Church girl meets skater boy for coffee to talk Spain and all things Spanish. This should be interesting.