My Starbucks Office II: Confronting Lenny

I'm taking everyone's advice and going to my favorite Starbucks right now. I WILL NOT BE DRIVEN OUT BY LENNY! I'll let you know how it goes.

Previously: My Starbucks Office: An Open Letter to Starbucks Corporate

UPDATE: I tried to write this update from the Starbucks, but someone turned off the free wireless since Lenny drove me out. Okay, here's what happened...

First, I planned my "look." I didn't want to look good so I didn't take a shower and put my hair up in a pony tail. (I didn't even smooth out my bed head before doing so.) Next, I pulled a dirty pair of cargo pants that I wore to the zoo on Saturday out of the laundry basket and put them on with the hopes of smelling like a monkey. I briefly thought about not brushing my teeth, but that's just gross, so I did. On top I wore a red long-sleeved t-shirt with no bra. Truth be told, the "no bra" thing might've turned Lenny on more, but I didn't feel like wearing one. (I don't know why I just told you that detail.)

Anyway, I was prepared to see and repulse Lenny. However... Lenny wasn't there. He wasn't there when I arrived and he wasn't there when I left. And you know what? I found myself getting angry about it. I mean, it took a lot of courage to go back to Starbucks. And he's there every damn day - why not yesterday? I was ready for a confrontation, whether it be a nod or a "hello" or a "why'd you blow me off, bitch?" I was ready, Lenny - WHERE WERE YOU??

I'm going to go back to Starbucks tomorrow, and every day after that until I see him. Now I'm on a mission.