LIFE, COFFEE, COUNTRY MUSIC AND WHAT NOT.

Why You Wanna?

Life, Coffee, Country Music and What Not

Chapter 1

"Why You Wanna?"  (Jana Kramer)

Now playing: Out of all of the places in this little town

Yeah, you had to come walking in here and sit down

I'm hiding and hoping my face ain't too red

Since we been over, been trying like crazy to get you out of my head

So-o-o

Why you wanna

Show up in an old t-shirt that I love

Why you gotta tell me that I'm looking good

Don't know what

You were thinkin'

You were doing

Moving in for a hug

Like you don't know I'm coming unglued

Why you gotta

Why you wanna

Make me keep wanting you

It's nippy outside. When wasn't it? Its July in my country and "mother nature" is at her most sensitive. I'm telling you. She sheds tears for NO apparent reason. Huh, every time! Well, like what they always say, if you cant beat 'em join 'em. And what better way to groove with it than to grab a cup of hot, brewed coffee while listening to my favorite Country singers? That's the way the cookie crumbles! Well, at least for me. And by the way, before it slipped my mind, that coffee should be sugar and cream FREE. The more bitter, the better. And that pretty much sums up my life!

Okay, I know I should give it a rest. My bad for all the negativity. You see I was doing great when I got out of bed this morning. And that's unheard of for a night owl like me on a Monday morning! I repeat, on a MONDAY morning! If I could get a penny for every complain I make on a Monday, I would be huh! But hold up! Don't get me wrong. I am far from being a prude. I'm ACTUALLY a go-getter from Tuesdays to Sundays. And if you do the math, my "let's get it on" days actually outnumber my languid ones.

Anyhow, as I was saying, I was on my way to my happy place, which is by the way a coffee shop, and you probably guessed it anyway, when i bumped into an old flame. Pardon me for the cheesy term but it burns like you know "I am so nice to you so don't you dare turn a thumbs down on me" burn!

I tried my best not to get noticed but I guess she was like a bull that zeroed in on my scarlet-red face. And of course she had to be very nice! And of course she had to wear the shirt that I love. (As if her pretty face wasn't torture enough!) Alas! I hate that I just cant hate her! I wish I could say that she wasn't all that lovely but it's like saying that french fries aren't made from potatoes or that, uhm, the movie Titanic didn't make me cry, or..uhm...Man i hate figures of speech! But to my defense, I didn't really "cry" cry honest. I did give way to a few tears, though. Okay that won't butch it up anyway.

She was like "Hey! What's up?" and I was like, in the back of my mind "What's up? UP? I'm down!" Then the unthinkable happened. She snuggled, I mean gave me a "Hey ex-lover now we are on good terms" hug. What was she thinking!?! But truthfully, aside from the fact that I did freeze like edgy freeze, I froze that moment in my mind. That five seconds of squeezing, which was real tight by any human standards, was sharp enough to open up old wounds and bring back that old familiar pain. Oh Shakespeare give me a break!

"Looking sharp. Looks like we've been growing some muscles there, huh?" she told me while flashing her dreamy eyes and holding my hand at the same time. Anyone with a complete set of perfectly working "optical perceptions" would definitely tell that i was smitten like a bunch of high school girls going gaga over Justin Beiber or those One Direction guys, although it would make complete sense to me if they would fan girl over Luke Bryan or Thomas Rhett and I should not be saying these things right now! Grow some balls, will you?

Anyhow, any normal-thinking guy would grab that opportunity to create a "big man moment" given that she literally sang my praises. But i was like "You've put on some weight. A bit." And yes dear ME. Her weight had to be the main focus of the conversation! Good job! Bum her out more! Well what do you know. That's me! Mr. "Consistent at sucking chances that are right under his nose!"

"You're welcome! Still havent changed a bit..haha.. And yeah. I..I... Haha.. Been..Uhm.. Been pigging out these past few months. You know, gotta limber up for the life back in the country to take care of my folks !" she said in an embarrassed tone.

"Oh my bad. Im sorry. Really. I meant the good kind of "putting on weight". You know.. The "Wow! Look at those curves that define your beauty" kind of... Okay I should just not breathe a word right?"

"Yeah, I guess so! Haha. You're nuts Hunter!" she smiled reassuringly as if the whole "bumming incident" had not taken place.

Okay this time I'll do it right. "I..I.. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. My nerves just got the better of me. I'm so happy to see you. It's good that you're back to look after your parents. But don't get me wrong. I'm not glad that your parents are sick coz that's definitely a bummer. I'm "glad" glad you know...

"Hunter, Hunter it's okay. I get it. I MISS YOU TOO"

HUNTER HUNTED mode. Speechless. Red in the face. Blissed-out.

"Listen I gotta go. It's getting late and my folks are kinda waiting for me. I'm so glad I ran into you today. Seriously. Hope this aint the last time? Here's my digits. Hit me up anytime."

"Sure!. I will IF I can make time."

"I'll keep my hopes up then." With those words she gave me a kiss on the cheeks and walked off. As i watched her walk out of the coffee shop , I was literally walking down memory lane since it's a forgone conclusion that our crossing path (Shakespeare at work again) wont be an IF but is a definite WHEN.

As I trudged my way back to my place, I kept telling myself that it's all behind me now. Well the joke was on me.  All this time i thought i had moved on and moved forward but guess I am SO not. Surprise!!! She is a class act all right and as much as I want to NOT accept it, I'm still stuck in the past like an ant treading on top of a peanut butter! How sticky is that? Now I'm not sure if I was really glad to see the back of her.

Well you might be wondering why I'm making such a federal case out of that "running into" but I'm tellin you now. Don't let that innate, hard-to-hate, "i just love", cant-shake-it-off -my-system charm of hers fool you. I would thank whoever is kind enough to "run into me" and knock me out cold if we ever meet again. Now, I don't wanna leave you hanging but I'll tell you OUR whole story, if ever there was really an "US", when I'M READY. But one thing is for certain. It will take a lot of getting used to now that she's back in our small town, thanks to her aging parents, who by the way are real nice to everybody... But me.. Okay now I'm really bummed out. I guess it's high time I retired to bed. I'm conked out. And it's good that I'm too beat to go climbing the walls. By the way, her name is... ZzZzZzz