Taylor the Latte Boy is every Upper West Side woman's sick fantasy song.
Sitting around drinking lattes while the husband is at work and the kids are in private school.
Racist - I'm surprised they get away with calling a Starbucks worker "boy".
Bossy Narcissist - Bring me this, bring me that, peel me a grape, hurry up, don't you know how important I am
Delusional - You think Taylor the boy is going to support your coffee addiction on a Starbuck's salary? He'll have to become an escort to do that.
Drug addicted - a triple latte at 8:11 in the morning? You know by 11 you're going to crash when the caffeine leaves your body
Needy - you think a guy's in love just because he gives you extra foam?
Delusional - you've waited years for love and then all of sudden you find it in some young teenager working in a Starbucks? Just wait Mildred Fierce, some young daughter of your best friend will come along and steal him away from you.
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
