If only I liked my men like I like my coffee
Light and sweet.
Instead I’ve often been drawn to the dark and brooding…
The complicated Venti-Tai-Vanilla-Swirl-Latte-Thing when I could have been better suited with the Tall-Dark-And-Handsome.
We’re sometimes blinded by the jolt we’re seeking…
We want something strong to bring us out of our single-induced comas.
Something complicated enough to get our gears going.
Our juices flowing.
But even if you’re going on 2 hours sleep and the 64 ounce fanciful coffee is calling your name…
Getting it with cream and a little sugar doesn’t mean you’re settling.
It just means you’re getting something a little sweeter.