I was sitting at the table in the bar looking out of the window. It was a typical cold wet and rainy day in Amsterdam. I could see the sun trying its hardest to shine through the grey dirty clouds. I knew that it wanted to brighten up people’s lives, but it was being held back.
The waiter came over to my table and asked me what I’d like to drink. He was a young man, most probably in his mid twenties. He had a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes. I looked up at him and said, ‘Yes, I’ll have a coffee with whisky please.’
He looked a little bit surprised at it was still 11am. But I needed something stiff to perk me up as it was cold day. In the back of the pub the open fire was alight. The warmth was gently seeping through the bar, but I needed something strong to get me going.
A few moments later he returned with the coffee. ‘I hope this helps you sir’ he said with a cheeky smile. I laughed and thanked him.
Looking back out through the large open window, I couldn’t help but wonder what his sexuality was? In a momentary glance, I’d notice that his body was slim and he obviously went to the gym as it seemed to be quite well toned. Also I noticed that he looked quite well endowed down below. The thought made me feel quite naughty as I sipped on my whisky coffee.
I sat there watching strangers walking down the street outside the bar. I love watching people I don’t know, meandering down the streets, peering into windows and dreaming about what they could buy next for their home. I often wonder what triggers them into purchasing something? What is it that attracts their eye and makes buy something?
As I was watching I suddenly became aware of the soft scent of a woman’s perfume. It smelt of roses, which stood out from the musky smell of the bar walls and the burning fire. I then became conscious that someone was watching me. A woman. I could feel the energy in my heart starting to gently pump a little bit faster. I was intrigued to know who was watching me?
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