You meet a new person who behaves exactly like you. The same gesture, the same voice intonation and clothes.

You meet a new person who behaves exactly like you. The same gesture, the same voice intonation and clothes. You look each other in the eye and you shake hands. You feel comfortable with each other straight away. There is a connection.

And this new connection with a new person has got nothing to do with sexuality, all to do with creating an opening for the other person.

Because it is about having another person in your life who is fully of benefit to you, not because of their sex, not because of anything they have done for you, or anything they can do for you. It is just about the connection that two people create when they meet.

You meet a new person who behaves exactly like you.

The others just got lucky and think they are the first person to ever be able to behave that way.

The middle aged woman always takes my coffee orders.

She never tips well.

There are so many people I know who take her order.

This is simply because she’ll do the exact same thing every time.

For example, I never tip.

I think it’s rude to take someone’s order without even offering.

In all the time I’ve been coming in here, she’s never ever asked me if I like whatever she’s putting in my coffee.

I always tell her to put whatever she thinks I might like in there.

I even tip, like, $1 or something, but she never tips, so I really don’t care.

I really don’t care that my coffee comes out and I only have a teaspoon of skim milk.

I hate skim milk.

And it’s always cool here.

She’s the only one who takes my order.

She’s from Norway.

I think she takes my order to be polite, but I know she doesn’t care about the amount of my drink.

I know for a fact that she doesn’t think I appreciate her taking my order.

It’s not that it takes her five minutes to get my drink, it’s just that it’s a bit silly for someone to ask you what you like when there are five people in the store with no customers.

Then when she gets my drink, she takes it and it gets cold.

Sometimes she’ll just bring it to me cold.

I think she doesn’t want me to bother her anymore because I didn’t want to leave a tip.

I hate feeling like everyone is under me.

Like, no one needs me.

Everyone can just fend for themselves.

Because they always have.

Just because I’m the store owner now doesn’t mean people need to take me seriously.

I always feel like my opinion matters but it really doesn’t.

I feel like I have absolutely no control over anything.

Because I could always do everything the same way, but I choose not to.

I don’t care if other people think it is weird.

Because they’re the only ones who think it is weird.

And it gets a little annoying, though it isn’t my fault.

It gets a little annoying, but I still think it is funny.

There are people who are the first people to notice my reaction to the coffee.

Like, the other day the woman at the next table said “Wow, you pretend you don’t know me.”