My own caffeinated ramblings

I discovered a dangerous new enjoyment today. Misty introduced me to coffee.

I've never cared for the taste of coffee. Nevertheless, I've always wanted to like it. I love the smell, and the atmosphere created by coffee drinking — whether at home, in a coffee shop, or standing around in the kitchen at work waiting for a fresh brew — is something I've felt left out of, so I've tried to give it a chance every so often. I've sampled different types of coffee several times over the years but never with a pleasant result. I don't even like coffee-flavored ice cream or cake.

Then yesterday morning, Misty and I stopped at Starbucks where she got a tall café mocha. Despite my protests that I wouldn't like it, she insisted that I try a sip anyway.

I liked it.

It wasn't fantastic or anything, but I felt that it was a breakthrough for me to at least enjoy it.

The drawback to this revelation is that I'm sure to soon become addicted. My body isn't used to much caffeine. I don't drink soda or tea, either, so the only caffeine I get comes from chocolate. The sudden introduction of coffee into my diet could produce disasterous results.

I'll take my chances.