I think I can live without coffee, I admit it, but I don't want to live without coffee, when it provokes me it is a small pleasure that I give myself, something occasional, although not so much, but familiar at the same time, comforting...
Lately, I've been drinking coffee a little more than usual. It turns out that a few weeks ago I met a new friend who is a coffee addict, but one of those addicts that don't seem like one until they start commenting about their day to day life and how coffee is part of their routine and pleasures.
An invitation to drink coffee seems to be a very common way for a first meeting, maybe it is loaded with nerves or expectations. If something makes you uncomfortable you can simulate it while you contemplate your coffee and turn it with the straw over and over again, you run the risk of looking silly, nervous or self-absorbed, but it is also possible that the other person thinks you are very concentrated and that seems interesting to him...
In any case, when someone likes you, and even if for a small moment of awkwardness you spill your coffee, it is likely that both of you will smile and tensions will be released... A good sip of warm coffee becomes the perfect ally to create connections between 2 people that with the excuse of seeing each other went to have coffee or that with the excuse of having coffee went to see each other, however you see it, it's great, in this case it has been great.
Thank you for joining me in this brief account of that first meeting. And that's several coffees already, I wish there will be many more.
