Coffee, I used to smirk at it. I don't need you, I would say. You're only for people with no sense of time and sleep. You're only acceptable when you're mixed in ice cream, in pastries, and smoothies (okay, I meant frappuccinos). Coffee dates were never really coffee dates because I would rest in tea, Chamomile, please. 

And now, I'm still not a coffee addict. But I look for it, sometimes. Which is something I thought would never, ever happen. 

Read More