  So I went to the 1369 coffee shop this morning to get nice refreshing ice-cold beverages for myself and my roommate (it's hot as balls here today). When I walked in, I heard an effeminate voice say "Chatanooga? " and I saw a man clearly talking to me, and saying "Chatanooga".
I figured out that the last time I had been in the coffee shop he had asked me about the suit I was carrying, and I told him I was en route to Tennessee for a friend's wedding. Nevertheless, the fact that this guy (A) remembered me and (B) the fact that he knew where I had been the previous weekend kind of startled me, since given a line up, I couldn't have told this guy apart from any of the other odd balls who hang out at a coffee shop at 11 on a Wednesday.
"Oh, yeah. Chatanooga. It was fun. " I mustered. "Good wedding? " "yeah, had some drinks. " "You're looking a little scruffy today. " OK. Now this is getting a little odd. There's an unspoken rule about male conversations - unless you're my mom or my barber you don't comment on my facial hair. Unless it's to say "that's a fuckin nice beard. " That's acceptable. "A little scruffy"? No good. So it begins to dawn on me that this isn't your typical effeminate man sitting at the coffee shop counter at 11 on a Wednesday striking up conversations with customers.
"Yeah, I guess I'm getting lazy... I haven't...
yeah.
" I pretty much fell apart at this point. "Well, I like it. " "Oh, um... thanks. " And I quickly scuttled 5 feet down and ordered my 2 iced coffees. Walking out I tried to be polite and said "have a good one. " He replied: "You too, beautiful . " Why does this kind of shit never ever happen to me with girls? 
