i have a tiny crush on the waiter at cafe ordinaire in shimokitazawa.
the purpleman has encourged me to write about him. he's kind of twisted that way.
we call him the coffee geek. he takes our orders in a very serious manner and is always wearing a mohair cardigan. he has a mushroom-type haircut and wears red-and-white striped converse sneakers.
the sad fact is that i have never talked to him, but i fantasize that he is always waiting for me to come visit and maybe he is always a little disappointed because i show up with purpleman. maybe one day if i went on my own he'd give me a matchbox with his keitai number on it... and if i went at closing hour he'd join me on the red sofa upstairs...
