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I haven’t known him long, just long enough to fantasize about him. He is the first man to ever make me question what I had claimed to be my type of man which was the stereotypical gentleman of sorts, tall but not too tall. Broad shoulders with a beautiful smile, a perfect stranger who would no longer be a stranger after a few dates culminating in a series of fun passionate lovemaking sessions.

I never knew his name, only ever saw him once a week by the small café next to my class. It was easy to memorize his schedule, he seemed to be a creature of habit, same table by the corner next to the glass door, easy access to the outside smoking area, every Thursday between 2pm and 5 pm.

He ordered the same coffee, a double shot latte and the chocolate cookie which he took tiny bites of every two or three minutes, after slowly chewing as though he was savoring the chocolate chips in the cookies.