To the sexy barista boy: When I came into the shop, you were the only one there. You made me a soy latte. And while you did, we chatted about your turkey/Christmas tree/pterodactyl tattoo. You are incredibly cute, especially with all the freckles. Everything was great, and I wasn’t sure if you were flirting with me or not. After I talked about working with English Language Learning students, you brought up racism in sports in America… and the conversation died.
Racism turned the awkward flirting into just awkwardness.
Sad day.
—Anonymous