the third millenium

I was sitting at Dante today having a cup of coffee and a gorgeous young woman sat down at a table opposite. It wasn't long before I noticed that she was making cutsie faces. I smiled back and to my suprise she went through a whole range of new cutsie faces in response, from the sweetly demure to the outright flirtatious. Then I realized that she wasn't actually looking at me. No, dear reader, it wasn't me, and nor was it you. The object of her attentions it turned out, was herself. She was looking in a mirror.