Hi, I came back for a coffee and I find a lot of funny love anecdotes.
Love, love, love....
I haven't had a partner for many years, since 2017 to be exact, the first months after the separation were difficult, because I'm a dramatic guy with histrionic personality syndrome, I based my philosophy on Disney, cult cinema and American pop music of the new millennium.
I take a coffee to stimulate my neurons and give direction to my words, because remembering those moments, which led me to censor chapters in the book of my life, is like reliving them, a great roller coaster of emotions.
I lived in a more metropolis city, I worked reviewing applications for smartphones, some projects were waiting for my review, a couple of new concepts for me, "Find a vegetarian partner" and "Love after coffee", some very specific market segments and at the same time, interesting, over the years I learned that there is an audience for everything.
As I like meat, I started with coffee, besides coffee brings me good luck, right now I remember a donation web page with the slogan "Invite me for a coffee", which paid for my first plane ticket to Spain.
Well, to the point...
A famous brand sponsor, a chain of coffee shops, an invasive campaign in all the media announced the big day of "Romance Coffee", a blind date project with coffee as cupid.
A fact to cross off my personal bucket list, I didn't have many expectations, a part of me was more focused on doing my job well.
As the song says, "With a cry began the dance of my life, without someone to explain to me how it is".
The game had a cunning collective strategy, as you could not talk about anything else but coffee, when the rule was broken, an alarm would sound and they would change partners, and I used it to my convenience, then I would say goodbye saying "What a pity, I didn't mean to", it was fun, but sometimes cruel, it is that someone has to be cruel for that word to justify its space in the dictionary of the Royal Academy.
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In front of me, a character, enigmatic, magnetic, sharp, uninhibited and fascinating, the protagonist of the forbidden chapters of my life story, he mastered the game to perfection, creative metaphors at miles per hour, it was intimidating, I became submissive, he would ask and I would answer.
— "I really like delicate coffee, with gestures, I could say I'm addicted".
— "I like to map coffee, find your most sensitive areas and find my favorite places to kiss".
— "Can you imagine coffee in intimacy, it can be very intense".
It was one and only one sensational coffee spring, although it was truly winter in real life.
It wasn't bad, it was very good. The bad thing is that it didn't continue and having to resign myself to what can't be, just a sip of Eden.
Rehabilitation was a little turtle in a cast going around the world without help, but I am still alive, wise phrase says "What did not kill me made me stronger".
This did not exhaust my love for coffee, although it was a hurricane after the calm, it was also one of the most beautiful things I experienced.
Yes, coffee was good for cupid.
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This is my participation for: #STB Coffee Prompt Week 66
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What a delightful feat, simply exquisite 🥰.
Thank you my saint!
This is funny and not so funny, but it made me laugh. I like it because it's clever 👏
Your writing gave me goosebumps here. There was a certain kind of charm, eloquence, and flair in your words that sounded like music.
Thanks for your words, I was looking for a time to come back and time played in my favor this morning.
I'm pleased that you chose this prompt. It was made just for you:)
Gosh! You sure have a talent for this, I missed your stories. I smiled reading this and was fascinated.
My respects!