I Give Up

Update: So I stopped by Starbucks on my way into work on Saturday morning, looking very bedraggled---greasy hair in a bun, dirty t-shirt, minimal makeup---and, of course, Starbucks Guy is manning the drive-through window. And, of course, he's all sorts of conversational when I look like crap. What's the deal?


That's it. I give up. I give in. I accept my future as a spinster. I'm just going to join a knitting group (okay, I was going to do that anyway), volunteer at the library (well, ditto), and get a half dozen cats (yeah, not a chance).

I. Give. Up.

I look supercute today, and Starbucks Guy didn't even notice!

What's the deal?