Oh Sergio, let me count the ways I love thee.
After my last post (and my MSN picture from a few days ago), that told of my love for the mulleted man of Tim Horton's Courtney Park, I was reminded by Richard, of my real Tim Hortons love. Sergio. Now, there have been many a Tim's story, be it Hidy Hello, Fellatio, or the magician. But, none have stolen my heart like Sergio has. Allow me to elaborate.The setting: late November of 2004. Tim Horton's/Wendy's at Britannia and Hurontario. I had spent a so far enjoyable evening , laughing it up with members of the S and L, who never disappoint. Most likely we were discussing a series of rather disturbing dreams I had been having. I believe it was around day three of seven that I had the same dream in a row. Either way, I am more than certain that the evening had been nothing but stellar.
We had already been there for about an hour, maybe longer, when the establishment was suddenly beginning to fill with drunken fools. The majority of them were in the middle age bracket, some could have been my father; cougars were certainly on the prowl. They had all spent a rather drunken evening at My Apartment, the Mississauga hot spot for those past clubbing prime and were looking for an after club snack. So these clubbers had been coming in for a few minutes, when I decided to go get another tea for myself. So I get up, and go solo into the Tims line.
I am standing there, and laughing on the inside at all the people who are clearly acting ridiculous for their age, when a "Hello there" breaks my thoughts. I realize that the two 40 year old men in front of me are trying to make some contact. So I smile and say hello back. They then proceed to tell me that they have spent a lovely evening at My Apartment. Then the one who was balding, and had a close shaved head, asks if I was there. Seeing an opportunity to amuse myself while I waited in line, I said "Oh YEAH! Of course I was". We introduce ourselves. And my sweet bald stallion was named Sergio. He then asked "Why did I not see you there?" and I tell him, I was on the dance floor all night, so he should have seen me. He says he doesn't recall, but he probably did. So we continue talking and to amuse myself, I flirt with Sergio and his counterpart, whose physical appearance and name have been long since forgotten. By the time we got to the counter, Sergio bought me my tea, and the rest of the time he was there he kept smiling at me. I tell ya, it's love, the man bought me tea!
Sergio, is the sexiest man on the face of the earth, totally worth marrying. So, anyways, as I said, I was reminded by Richard that Sergio is my true love, and that is why, I have decided to return to Tim Horton's to get a picture with him. I will have to play the part. A drunken club goer. Now, some of you may be saying "Alexandra, YOU CRAZY! How do you expect to find this Sergio, yet again?" But my friends, Sergio is a regular. He has been spotted there, twice, since the original incident. It will not be hard for me to obtain this picture. And when I do, it will be posted on my blog, as it rightfully should be.
Song that is way to stuck in my head: Tom Sawyer - Rush... if I play that keyboard line in my noggin once more (you know the one), I might explode.
posted by passionflake @ 11:05 PM
1 Comments:
The best person at Tim Horton's?
"But Bell. . ." I says to myself.
"What about Belwinder?"
Also I think you should say something about the driving trip with Liz around North York. . ."WHAT ARE YOU BUYING FROM TIM HORTON'S". . .and how I am the only one man enough to eat 4 large pieces of KFC.
BAM!
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