We met at a party. I was hesitant to go, but my friend insisted. She wanted to introduce me…blah blah blah. Fine. I’ll go but if it’s like the others I am out.
You hear me? OUT!
I remember walking in the room and immediately making eye contact. Interesting. Nothing like I’d seen before.
Intrigue set in. I scoped the room, there were others obviously interested in my target as well.
Urgency rendering. Now I was considering claiming territory. I don’t usually become so forward but I wanted in. What was happening? Was I so desperate? Had it really been that long since I had experienced joy in my life?
It was a moment in life where you tap in to a stored, encrypted message you held on to from a Chatelaine magazine. So, completely out of character, I just sauntered over and grabbed my prize by the bag. I did. And then I stuck my nose right in and inhaled. Sweet, tangy, foreign. The world around me disappeared. Must have more.
“Mmmmm” I want to taste.
“Easy,” encouraged my friend, “calm down.” I can’t, I knew I had just met my destiny. When can I have you? I thought madly to myself. Playing hard to get was exciting me. I learned that there needed to be heat, lots of heat and maybe even some patience. I had one but not the other.
Slowly after we both got hot, I could finally have more. The warm bite and flavour danced in my mouth. It was nothing like others I had experienced. So much bigger, and daring. I would swallow. Even on the first date.
The morning after I knew I was in deep. It was more than lust. This was the real deal. I was willing to throw everything out the window for Bud. A bud and two leaves that is.
My attention stealer was tea. And not the tea sold in grocery stores. Oh no my friends, this was the tea grown and cultivated by hand. Loose leaf, delectable, precious tea. Every morning we still meet cup to mouth. We comfort each other. I tell it all my troubles and it stays warm long enough to ease my fears.
I knew it was true love when I acquired a rare blend and wept softly. Not unless you are devoted do you well up from tea. And mamma I am. If it wasn’t so frowned upon I would marry tea. I would become Mrs. Earl Grey Pekoe. But until marriage is equal amongst all things and people I will just enjoy the way things are. Steeping along together on a journey of discovery.