I Need My Coffee With A Lot Of Sugar.....

Okay, based on the number of messages I have received on facebook concerning my status updates...I suspect many of you are worried that all is not well.

I am a private person but I can't always hide my mood. So in light of that, I will tell you my adventure....in my own way:

Welcome to Laraland....in this land couples come together in the same fashion. They meet.....they spark and want to get to know each other. To do this, they go to the coffeehouse. The main goal is to follow the path (and this path represents an initial commitment - whether it be a label boyfriend/girlfriend or perhaps the removal of coffeehouse visits with other people) to the cliff behind the coffeehouse, where the two lovers shall fall into the abyss that is love..which will bring marriage, family, and other delights when they land together, hand in hand. Every couple wants to reach that point, but the real excitement comes from falling off the cliff.

So one day, you meet a man. He's handsome and funny and well, you just spark. He tells you almost immediately that he would like to have coffee with you at the coffeehouse. And you are excited and happy because you weren't expecting a trip to the coffeehouse for years. After all, you didn't know there was a coffeehouse way out here.

So you meet this man at the coffeehouse. And it is one of the best cups of coffee and the best time you've had in that coffeehouse for a very long time. You meet again for hours and hours there....drinking it all in. You are absolutely enjoying yourself....your date is not perfect, nor do you want him to be....but you start to wonder...is this someone I can fall off that cliff with? And the answer seems to be....maybe. Whatever, good enough for you!

A few months pass, and after a while you have your special spot in the coffeehouse, but you've been talking about the path and the cliff....talking about what's maybe even at the bottom of that abyss....it's harmless talk....but you two talk a lot about that journey....

Soon, it becomes evident....you look at each other and say..."Let's take the path!" Now, it's a long, windy path but that doesn't bother you, no, you are just happy to walk out of that coffeehouse and start down the path. Now, you've been watching other couples...some have left the coffeehouse the way they came in, others have stepped ever so cautiously onto that path...oh, but not you...

You bust outta that coffeehouse and start to run down that path. And of course your wearing a ball gown complete with a tiara...in fact, you look like a brunette Amy Adams from Enchanted as you run down that path because that's just who you are. So, you run a little bit down the path, when you realize....hey, where's your date?

You look behind you concerned....did he fall down? Did something happen? Oh wait, you can see him now.....sitting at an empty table....he's waiting for you, but he's back in the coffeehouse.

And you ask yourself....did he even leave the coffeehouse? You thought he was right next to you....but was he?

So you make your way back into the coffeehouse. You now have a limp because your heel busted off when you ran out and you didn't notice it. And your hem of your ball gown is dragging from when it caught on a bush. Your hair is windblown and your tiara is slightly askew.

You walk up to the table and he jumps up to get your chair....he tells you he ordered you another cup of coffee for you. The waitress brings it. There's an awkward silence because you can't ignore that you just totally ran down that path headed to the cliff by yourself.

So where do you go from here? Well, you could get up and try another table....or you could just drink your coffee...it still tastes good....and you are the only one he's coming to the coffeehouse with...so you have the conversation and you blame your exit on all that coffee....but you make it clear....you don't want to hear about the path or the cliff for a while....

And that's when you realize....sometimes, you really hate coffee.