I'm No Buffet

It has been a week since my encounter with The Chef. During the past week, there was no day that I didn't think of him.

The last time I tried to get in touch was the night before my birthday, about a day and a half after we saw each other, when I asked him if we could meet up and have coffee. I didn't hear from him until this morning when I guess he was having morning wood. He wanted to meet up but it didn't happen due to lack of time.

It's very flattering that I please his discriminating palate but good gawd, I thought there was more than just taste testing going on.

*Sigh*

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