Writing in my favorite coffee shop

>writing in my favorite coffee shop
>rain pouring down outside
>halfway through my latest notebook, trying to get this novel done about the unravelling of my last relationship (not gonna publish, writing for me)
>cute girl comes and sits down next to me
>smile at her
>she smiles back
>I return to the writing
>she’s trying to catch the waiter’s attention, she’s failing
>I wave and the waiter comes over. Order a coffee and then tell the waiter that the girl wants to order
>turn to the girl and say “I got you” with a wink
>she laughs and tells me I’m her saviour
>keep writing for an hour, she’s working on her stuff
>I see her glancing at me occasionally from the corner of my eye
>she eventually asks me what I’m working on
>we talk for a while, I tell her that I want to go to the sea and watch the waves (stormy day)
>she wants to go as well
>we share an umbrella and learn more about each other; she’s doing a masters, she’s cute as fuck
>stand watching the waves
>convince her to jump a fence with me to the dangerous part of the sea wall
>help her climb over and cop a feel of her ass
>we stand in the salt spray, she’s loving it
>I look over at her and our eyes meet
>I can tell she wants to kiss
>whynot.jpg
>I go for the kiss
>we’re making out
>a huge rogue wave comes out of nowhere and drenches us
>she hides behind me so I’m mostly soaked and she’s kinda dry
>we run back to safety
>I walk her home and she invites me in to dry off
>obviously we fuck

What’s your excuse for not writing in a coffee shop, you dingleberries?

Didn't happen.

Nothing makes me happier than this response

What a coincidence that happened to me last week.

>writing in a coffee shop
>loud and distracting as fuck
>some jezebel wants to sleep with you
>don't finish your novel

why the fuck would you subject yourself to this OP.

>Have been inside all week
>Muster courage to go in public
>Coffee shop is really bright and loud a lot of people sitting and I don't know what they're thinking of me
>Don't know where to sit or if it's weird if I sit alone
>It is
>Wouldn't risk opening a laptop they might see my screen
>Won't read because I'd stand out
>Order coffee and look at my phone a bit
>Cute girl sits near me
>Leave immediately

>D-d-d-d-d-d-didn't happen!

OP how do i do that

>in coffee store
>typing up a storm
>(i type around 90 wpm because i dont subvocalize)
>cute girl comes in, sits next to me
>stares at me
>i ignore her (hoes eat that up)
>she asks me what im writing
>i say im writing an absurdist novella about a man whose dick is so big only the love of his life would be able to get enough bloodflow into his ginormous schwanz to even get it erect, so he has to travel the world to find the most beautiful woman just to get his rock hard
>she says thats amazing, how can i have such imagination, how can i have such good characterization, etc.
>i say i write from experience
>needles to say we fuck
whats your excuse for not writing in a coffee store?

she posted a rota of which coffee shop we have to be failing to write our novel at, you probably just lucked out and got one of the early regional tests.

Nice job OP! Same thing happened to me last week except I was writing the next edition of my trilogy. I'm a professional writer you see, so when I walk into a café women naturally fawn over me, and I usually take at least a few concubines home with me. I can't imagine only taking one, but I suppose not everyone can be as fortunate as I.

This didn't happen but what a great little story you've written there, chap.

If only books about writers were in vogue...

How did you get a picture of my cousin?

So wait.. did your books get wet?

What are the second two letters of his last name?

this a good story

because i have discipline

kek at this guys balls. I would've believed your story if you didn't throw in the wink part. Only an autist would actually wink irl

Have I even been to a coffee shop with a server?

Lol I get that, but it wasn’t a full on wink, just a little one. And it made sense since I’d actually talked to her earlier when I picked her scarf up from the floor so we had like an inside joke thing of me helping her

Focus on your work, for real, or at least fake it well. Take a few moments every once in a while to stare off into the distance and imagine a sad moment in your life (moody points). Write on paper (interesting, old fashioned in a not-hipster way). Scrunch your eyes when you smile.

Kept em in a laptop case inside my backpack. Thank god they were dry Thx bbgirl

>fucking never happens
kek

>his dick fit inside a coffee store
lmao dicklet

>letting a succubus drain the mana you need for writing
great fucking job retard

It didn't happen and you don't exist.

Dutch translation of Roger Martin du Gard's Confidence africaine has that painting on the cover

I'm too embarrassed to write in public or at all. Even reading I find I can't concentrate fully because people will stare at me.

A-user, do you mind to describe your looks?
Are interested in a homosexual experience? Don't worry, I'm a "twink"

because i don't want cute girls flirting with me, i actually want to write and for the stupid sluts to fuck off

>too autistic to go to coffee shops and let other people see I'm writing
>haven't found a comfy place at home yet to do it
>been wanting to do this short sample for a magazine for over a week and still haven't even started

Send help.

A scarf? Really?

Thanks to her clumsy genes, cold weather, and my magnanimous and approachable excellency I f-closed this total 9 bros. Yes we made out in the ocean in her scarf and everything, but that was just my machismo. Not really me.

Why are you changing your story now, it only serves to discredit your confidence and reputation.