Personal Yummy #75
It’s 6:46 p.m. on a Thursday evening, and I’m at the Au Bon Pain on West 55th Street, across from my office. I just enjoyed a black Angus steak and cheese sandwich on ciabatta, the sandwich here with the most calories, I think—about 840!—but that’s okay. I worked out quite hard with my trainer this morning, and tonight at eight I have a dance rehearsal at the Ailey Extension for my upcoming showcase performance, so I will definitely work off all the calories.
But not that I really worry about my calorie intake anyway…
The sandwich was certainly tasty, though. It even had sundried tomatoes on it, which I wasn’t expecting. Maybe the young man behind the counter put them on there by mistake—or maybe he didn’t—but I’m thoroughly glad that he did. Undoubtedly, the rich and flavorful tomatoes made it all that much better.
And now I am in the mood for some tea.
Egyptian chamomile… Yes, that sounds good.
There’s only half a cup of hot water left in the big metal basin, however. Apparently they are getting ready to close soon.
“Don’t worry…I won’t charge you for that,” the sweet, innocent clerk says to me when I take the half-full cardboard cup up to the register.
“I appreciate that,” I say, smiling back at her.
So I sit back down and enjoy my deep yellow, extra-strong half cup of chamomile tea, perfect for a cold February evening.
Just then a woman in her twenties, I assume, walks in and over to the self-service counter to get some coffee. She has long, blonde, bleached hair with very dark roots, perfectly stylish in two thin, sleek braids, one on each side of her head. Plus, she is attractive and fit. But what makes me particularly notice her is the classy and elegantly sexy dress that she’s wearing.
White, but covered with various black designs—kind of like clouds and tree branches—the dress is formfitting and has a medium-sized circle cut-out that shows off the top of her back.
In addition, around her neck is a hot pink and maroon scarf, tied loosely, which causes the white of the dress to stand out even more.
And I really love the black ankle boots that she’s wearing. In fact, they remind me of the boots I lost at Iguana on 54th Street one Saturday night when I went salsa dancing there. Her boots, nevertheless, are certainly much more chic and expensive-looking. The leather appears to be so soft, too, and each boot is accentuated with a shiny silver zipper on the side.
In short, she caught my attention, and she looks great.
Obviously, she put a lot of thought into her appearance, and I have a feeling she devotes time to doing that every day.
When you consider it—which I’ve been doing a lot of lately—it is an important thing to do, isn’t it?
We are all works of art, after all.
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