I know I’ve mentioned to all of you how much I enjoy drinking coffee.
What I haven’t confessed to you, is my obsession of taking photos of coffee every time I’m served a cup.
This obsession is one of the Significant Other’s greatest peeves.
His biggest complaints is that by the time I drink the coffee, it’s stone cold.
My biggest complaint about his complaint, is that this shouldn’t bother him since he’s not the one drinking my coffee.
But I digress.
“I almost stormed out of your blog when you said that you’d give sex up for coffee (the nerve! LOL), but I really like your blog :-”
My reply to Sandy?
“Sandy, I’m most serious about the fact! There’s nothing, and I mean nothing, that would make me give up coffee! Not even sex! hee hee! Well, if it was sex with Javier Bardem, I might reconsider! :)”
So is sex with Javier Bardem the only thing that would make me give up coffee?
The jury’s still out…for the moment.
However, I do know that my relationship with coffee is a serious one.
If for any reason I don’t have time to ingest my early morning java, I quickly go into caffeine withdrawal; as in, my head starts pounding, I become lethargic, and my brain turns to mush.
Hence, I’ve come to accept that drinking coffee is a necessary addiction.
After all, how else can I be functional if not for my required two cups of early morning coffee?
However, drinking coffee is not just a survival strategy, it’s also a pleasurable activity.
I can’t think of anything cozier than wrapping my fingers around a coffee cup while I curl up in Marcelo, my favorite chair.
And drinking Italian espresso at my favorite coffee shop? Simply sublime.
To add to the enjoyment, is the beautiful way coffee is served; the beautiful cups, the little serving tray, and even the spoon, all inspire me capture a “coffee moment.”
I’ve become so accustomed to capturing shots of my coffee, that I find myself accomplishing this feat in less time that it takes the Significant Other to open his sugar packet.
As a result, he barely has time to say, “You’re not Cartier Bresson, so would you drink your coffee already?”
Well, I may not be Cartier Bresson, but I bet he didn’t have as much fun taking coffee photos as I do.
As for, would I give up coffee for sex with Javier?
I’ve made up my mind and my answer is:
Sorry my Spanish lover in another life. No can do. While passionate sex with you might be fleeting, my love affair with coffee will last till the day I croak.