(Supposedly) We're all looking for “that,” you know, that something which fills our life with purpose, even without knowing it. We're always dealing with those unresolve issues. I don't know if my personal grail is a chalice; maybe it's a coffee jar with some recurring beans inside because wherever I go on my way, following trails and tracks, or leaving trails and tracks, it always smells like coffee. I feel out of place without it.

The fact that you like coffee doesn't mean that you and I will be best friends or lovers, or that you will be my platonic love, or I, yours. But I have to be honest; the moment I find out that you don't like coffee or that you dislike its aroma, something is off; that something essential to hooking up is broken. Tea? Tea is fine. I love tea; I'm having one right now--to help me sleep--But come on, what about morning coffee? Or that afternoon coffee?

Look, for example, I have precious memories of board game afternoons with my family. Coffee is always there. As the hours go by, it's brewed again and again, served in cups, and those cups are washed and refilled again and again. This person I'm dating, or my platonic friend--rather a fictional character if you ask me, hehe--who doesn't like coffee has no place in these magical afternoons/evenings. How am I supposed to deal with that? I don't know if I can. It's too odd a situation as to be associated with love. Your love, your friend, your family, right? At least that's how I see it.

Will I have to eat my words someday? Well, how sad it'd be to have to eat them without a nice cup of coffee, wouldn't it 😏

I'm about to finish writing this post and I'm remembering that once, about thirty years ago, one of my sisters, who's ten years older than me, told me that she hated it when she offered coffee to someone and they'd turn it down because they didn't drink coffee. Finding this out made her both angry and disappointed. I remember laughing at that and not really understanding it, but since I was in my thirties, I could tell you that although I didn't get angry, I did get disappointed when I found out that someone wasn't a coffee drinker. Ah, it doesn't feel right either when they tell me, “I just have a little cup of coffee in the morning.” No, no, nooo. Afternoon coffee, remember?

Coffee is deeply rooted in me, or I in it. So to this person I'm dating for the first time, or this platonic friend who doesn't like coffee: Sorry, but I don't think it's going to work out. Your grail must be over there in another direction. Keep looking for it and good luck.

Sure you wouldn't like some coffee? Gosh, I'm always offering people coffee!