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I randomly got this idea in my head. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!
29... I am 29 now. Where did the time go? I mean, sure I know that it's passed and I was present for it, but this feels unreal. I almost feel like panicking. Here I am at 29, single, living in LA and I do nothing exciting. I haven't been to bars, on a date, or even gone shopping in forever. And it's not that I don't have friends that invite me out, because I do, but I am always so busy. I've been in school for the past 8 years, getting my Ph.D, which I got a couple weeks ago. What good does it do me if I am unhappy? Because I am.
I haven't done anything exciting! I did what everyone in my family expected of me. Be responsible, get a degree, and find a job. I didn't want to do that anymore. Sure, I want a job, but I want it on my own terms.
I rolled out of bed and sat in front of my laptop and pulled up the web browser. I needed to ensure that before I turned 30 that I'd had the appropriate experiences for someone in their twenties.
"Wow, I have really been missing out..." I commented as I scrolled the tons and tons of Before you turn 30 bucket lists. The items range from 'have a one night stand' to 'learn to sew'. I began to write down all the things I felt were important. I typed them into a comprehensive list, listing the easier items first and the most difficult last. Some of these might not happen before I turn 30, but oh well. I should at least make progress towards them, such as 'fall in love'.
At 29, I've never fallen in love with anyone. I never had the time to get involved with anyone. Getting my Ph.D took some serious work and time. I figured that trying to accomplish these items would get me one step closer to that final item.
I printed out the list and pinned it to the wall in my bedroom. Scanning the list, I decided to go with 'take someone's coffee at Starbucks on purpose'. Sounds like fun and would push me a little out of my polite comfort zone.
Wow, this Starbucks is packed. I got in line and looked around. Would someone get angry with me? Would it be easy? I figured I would just grab it and practically run so that I could get away with it. Well, would an attempt count?
"Tall, skinny, white mocha please," I told the barista.
"Name?" She asked me.
"Allie," I replied, paid and made my way over to wait for my drink. A few women and a man were standing there waiting as well. I felt anxious just thinking about stealing their drinks.
"Allie and Pete," a barista said, setting two drinks down at once. Yes! I could grab the wrong one by accident and this Pete guy might not notice till I'm gone. I rushed over, grabbed the one that said 'Pete' and headed for the door in a hurry. Once I walked out the door I let out a sigh of relief. I did it!
"Hey! Allie?" A male voice called from behind. Busted. I stopped and turned around, meeting the most beautiful pair of golden brown eyes I've ever seen. I suddenly forced myself to breathe.
"Yeah?" I asked timidly. Oh my god, did I steal Pete Wentz's coffee?
"I think you grabbed the wrong one by accident," he stated, smiling at me. Should I tell him the truth or apologize?
"I uh, I know." I said anxiously. I started to walk away again when his voice stopped me.
"You meant to?" He asked, stepping in front of me. I nodded and he laughed. "Why?
"I uh... I have this bucket list thingy of stuff to do before I turn 30 and taking someone else's drink at Starbucks is one of them," I explained. He laughed, looking like I amused him.
"Well, then, by all means keep it. I don't want to stand in the way of your bucket list." I glanced at the cup he held, which said 'Allie'. He'd brought my coffee out to me to exchange. And he wasn't mad. And he was gorgeous. And famous.
"Thanks," I said, feeling a little relieved. "See ya," I said after a moment, feeling anxious. I started to walk around him.
"You could drink my coffee with me to make up for it," he joked in a friendly tone. He wanted to drink coffee with me?
"Really?" I was surprised.
"If you're not in a hurry," he answered.
"Um, sure," I smiled, butterflies filling my belly. What the hell is that for? Pete gestured towards a patio table outside the Starbucks. We both sat down and I took a sip of his coffee. Vanilla latte... nice.
"So, tell me more about this bucket list."
29... I am 29 now. Where did the time go? I mean, sure I know that it's passed and I was present for it, but this feels unreal. I almost feel like panicking. Here I am at 29, single, living in LA and I do nothing exciting. I haven't been to bars, on a date, or even gone shopping in forever. And it's not that I don't have friends that invite me out, because I do, but I am always so busy. I've been in school for the past 8 years, getting my Ph.D, which I got a couple weeks ago. What good does it do me if I am unhappy? Because I am.
I haven't done anything exciting! I did what everyone in my family expected of me. Be responsible, get a degree, and find a job. I didn't want to do that anymore. Sure, I want a job, but I want it on my own terms.
I rolled out of bed and sat in front of my laptop and pulled up the web browser. I needed to ensure that before I turned 30 that I'd had the appropriate experiences for someone in their twenties.
"Wow, I have really been missing out..." I commented as I scrolled the tons and tons of Before you turn 30 bucket lists. The items range from 'have a one night stand' to 'learn to sew'. I began to write down all the things I felt were important. I typed them into a comprehensive list, listing the easier items first and the most difficult last. Some of these might not happen before I turn 30, but oh well. I should at least make progress towards them, such as 'fall in love'.
At 29, I've never fallen in love with anyone. I never had the time to get involved with anyone. Getting my Ph.D took some serious work and time. I figured that trying to accomplish these items would get me one step closer to that final item.
I printed out the list and pinned it to the wall in my bedroom. Scanning the list, I decided to go with 'take someone's coffee at Starbucks on purpose'. Sounds like fun and would push me a little out of my polite comfort zone.
Wow, this Starbucks is packed. I got in line and looked around. Would someone get angry with me? Would it be easy? I figured I would just grab it and practically run so that I could get away with it. Well, would an attempt count?
"Tall, skinny, white mocha please," I told the barista.
"Name?" She asked me.
"Allie," I replied, paid and made my way over to wait for my drink. A few women and a man were standing there waiting as well. I felt anxious just thinking about stealing their drinks.
"Allie and Pete," a barista said, setting two drinks down at once. Yes! I could grab the wrong one by accident and this Pete guy might not notice till I'm gone. I rushed over, grabbed the one that said 'Pete' and headed for the door in a hurry. Once I walked out the door I let out a sigh of relief. I did it!
"Hey! Allie?" A male voice called from behind. Busted. I stopped and turned around, meeting the most beautiful pair of golden brown eyes I've ever seen. I suddenly forced myself to breathe.
"Yeah?" I asked timidly. Oh my god, did I steal Pete Wentz's coffee?
"I think you grabbed the wrong one by accident," he stated, smiling at me. Should I tell him the truth or apologize?
"I uh, I know." I said anxiously. I started to walk away again when his voice stopped me.
"You meant to?" He asked, stepping in front of me. I nodded and he laughed. "Why?
"I uh... I have this bucket list thingy of stuff to do before I turn 30 and taking someone else's drink at Starbucks is one of them," I explained. He laughed, looking like I amused him.
"Well, then, by all means keep it. I don't want to stand in the way of your bucket list." I glanced at the cup he held, which said 'Allie'. He'd brought my coffee out to me to exchange. And he wasn't mad. And he was gorgeous. And famous.
"Thanks," I said, feeling a little relieved. "See ya," I said after a moment, feeling anxious. I started to walk around him.
"You could drink my coffee with me to make up for it," he joked in a friendly tone. He wanted to drink coffee with me?
"Really?" I was surprised.
"If you're not in a hurry," he answered.
"Um, sure," I smiled, butterflies filling my belly. What the hell is that for? Pete gestured towards a patio table outside the Starbucks. We both sat down and I took a sip of his coffee. Vanilla latte... nice.
"So, tell me more about this bucket list."
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