A Cup of Coffee

Almost all the blogs I have read - well, most of the blogs made by gay men anyway - have the word "coffee" in it somewhere.

Coffee addicts, caffeine freaks, coffee beans, coffee cakes, coffee conversations.

Somehow, I relate to them. What does coffee have anyway?

The bitter black liquid has become a staple to every gay man above 18. Now it's this bean concoction, and unless its piping hot and $3.00 for a tall cup, it does not count. Maybe it's the high. Or the wakefulness - that sudden burst of energy that will eventually dwindle to nothing. Or the company.

Hey, I enjoy coffee even if I am alone. With a cancer stick on one hand and a mugful of fresh, brewed coffee on the other. Somehow, there's comfort in coffee. Like a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon, or a cozy night on a fuzzy carpet by a fireplace. The warmth fills a cold emptiness in anyone's existence, a wonderful bliss out of a heavy burden and a dramatic life.

In a way, that cup of coffee we always hold in our hands become a connection to friendship, a link to love sought.

I have a fantasy. About meeting Mr. Right. I am alone, in a coffee shop, nursing my Tall Caramel Macchiato, when someone comes over and asks me if the seat is taken. I will tell the guy it isn't, then instead of taking the chair to another table, he would sit down, and we will have a conversation so long that the coffee shop crew actually asks us to go because they have to close up. After that long, meaningful conversation over coffee, he would actually ask me out. He will get my phone number then we will have dinner.

Then we will have kids.

Then we will buy a house in the suburbs and live happily ever after.

IT'S A FANTASY, dang it.



So there. A fantasy had boiled from a cup of coffee.

A cup of coffee boiled from a handful of beans from the Amazon or somewhere.

A cup of coffee that brought friends together and made iron-clad relationships.

A cup of coffee that, for the next half hour, becomes my lover.

A cup of coffee that will be my constant companion no matter who leaves...


... or whoever stays.