time for coffee

At times I feel (the same way I’m sure every one has felt) that I was born in the wrong era. Usually this manifests in a deep awareness that I belong in the 70s. I’m almost positive that due to some sort of cosmic mix up I was supposed to be 25, instead of just being born, in 1977. Then again, I can never decide if I would have been into disco or punk so things probably all worked out for the best.

I was struck be this sense of being in the wrong generation this afternoon at a coffee shop. A guy, who identified himself to the girl working as a high school senior, ordered a skim latte. He looked like a normal kid, not too jockie, not too emo, just normal in kaki shorts and a ball cap (and he was also wearing a shirt). Suburban Kid Orders Espresso Drink is by no means going to make the headlines, but up until his order I’d been taking the proliferation of fancy coffee for granted.

I started drinking coffee when I was ten and by the time I was frequenting the only coffee shop within a five mile radius of my house. As a young woman my relationship with caffeine tinted my ideas about relationships; my ideal man would love espresso. Thing was, not many guys my age drank coffee at all. Today I realized that had I been born as little as five years later I would have had a wide range of coffee loving guys to choose from and may have never ended up spending six months with the only one I could find.

I am really not sure what I saw in this guy beyond his love of coffee, I truly allowed my priorities to overshadow my standards. Most of the things I could list as being wrong with him were things I overlooked and never should have put up with, but you don’t want to read about my personal flaws… you want to read about the outrageously lame, totally his fault thing he did to me.

My first name is rather peculiar, especially for a girl. For all intents and purposes I may as well be named Rumpelstiltskin. My first true coffee loving boyfriend went out and found the only other girl also in our town who shared my name and dated her at the same time to simplify his playing ways. It just occurred to me that this guy may have been dating the other girl before he and I met, and the only reason he showed up in my life was because he met another Rumpelstiltskin. All I could see at the time was the possibility of a coffee drinking boyfriend.

I haven’t identified myself by name on this website because of a fear of being found. I’ll be fine with posting pictures of myself until Google comes out with face recognition searches. My insight into my former boyfriend’s possible intentions makes me realize I must be diligent about my anonymity. Because I am weak and I don’t plan on giving up coffee.