After spending nearly the entire day in class in the Business School (11:00 AM to 5:30 PM) with a few hours of studying still ahead of me, I decided I needed to get out of the beige basement of death and off of SMU's campus entirely in order to maintain some level of sanity. Therefore, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to test out another Starbucks and continue with my experiment.
I promptly pulled out my Blackberry device (that is slowly dying, mind you) and searched for some Starbucks in the area. It returned with over 10 Starbucks within 1 mile of where I was. So many options. I chose the one off of Hillcrest over by Snider Plaza (for those of you familiar with the area) and set out to find my next Starboy.
I arrived around 6:00 PM as people were getting off work and treating themselves to something warm after a long, hard day at work. And when I say "people," I mean "women." Yes, this Starbucks must have attracted almost every woman in the University Park/SMU area. No men.
'What the hell is going on?' I thought as I sat down to do my homework. 'I just wasted a buck-fifty on this coffee to sit at this coffeehouse full of WOMEN!' Just as I was grumbling to myself about the lack of testosterone and the overwhelming aroma of too many perfumes, I caught a glimpse of khaki cargo pants and a short haircut. Just as I was expecting to see a gorgeous man walk in and immediately come over and introduce himself to me (of course), I finally got a good look and.....
It was a 13-year-old boy. With his geometry tutor. While she was talking about how she was perpendicular to the floor and the table-top was parallel, the boy ignored her and ordered a skinny mocha latte with no whip and a pink straw. Great. Not only is he 13, but he's gay. Don't get me wrong; I don't have anything against people who are gay at all. I have a few friends who are gay and I respect their way of life and decisions. We all are entitled to a happy and fulfilling life and I support that. Therefore, that is not my point. Rather, it was as if this Starbucks had a huge sign out front that said, "If you don't shave the hair off of your body or get mani/pedis on a regular basis, don't bother coming in." (Yes, the boy looked like he did both.)
I stayed there for 2 and 1/2 hours doing homework and seeing if my initial impression of the Starbucks on Hillcrest was correct. Unfortunately, it was.
The only people who got coffee or hung out and talked were either SMU girls, moms picking up their daughters from the dance studio down the street or individual 20-something female joggers getting a little pick-me-up on their way back from their workout.
Correction: ONE male stepped into the Starbucks today. He scanned the room with a confused look on his face and asked everyone if this was the Starbucks on Hillcrest. A few girls replied "Yes," with eager looks on their faces. He looked a little scared and mumbled, "Ohh, uhh, I'm supposed to be meeting someone in this Starbucks I think...maybe not..." as he ducked out the door and began making a phone call.
My theory: the phone call was a pretend phone call. He was intimidated/shocked by the overwhelming ratio of women to men and couldn't defend himself should all the women present decide to band together and throw him out of Starbucks for intruding on our les-fest.
Therefore, I have successfully crossed one Starbucks off my list. I won't return to the Starbucks on Hillcrest because I don't have an unlimited supply of money to be spending at a Starbucks that won't secure me a date for Saturday night.
99 more Starbucks to visit until I find my Starboy.
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