What’s in a cup? That which we call a brew by any other name would smell as nutty and bold.
If we were on a coffee date, I would probably tell you one of my favorite things is wrapping my hands around the curve of my mug, looping my fingers through the handle and savoring the first sip.
And every single sip after that.
If we were on a coffee date, I’d go on about the weather, but not because there’s nothing else to chat about. The cool breeze makes me a little bit too excited for Florida’s Fall.
If we were together today on a coffee date, I’d buy you a cup. You’re worth it, and my gold card auto re-loaded yesterday morning.
If we were sitting here on a coffee date, I might tell you it’s been awhile since we caught up. Opposite schedules are shaped like pointy rocks in bike tires.
Let’s say we’re on a coffee date this morning. What would you ask me? I can’t read your mind, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried.
You’ve got a cup, and I’ve got a cup. I use fake sweetener against your advice. You use raw sugar against my ribbing comments. But I know you’ve got a point.
On this coffee date, I might let you know that this could be our last coffee date. Waiting isn’t something I’ve ever been good at. Doctor’s appointments. Pizza deliveries. Prom dates. They’ve all been late.
If you could go on a coffee date with anyone — past or present — who would it be and why? What would you order?
Have a great day