Is there ever really a good time to give up an addiction? Um…let me think…no. The answer is no. My addiction was Coke (the soda, not the drug). Beautiful, full sugared Coke in the sexy red can. We were so very close, too close according to the results of my blood sugar test. Sooooo, we parted ways. I’ve seen my former lover in the grocery store, the convenient store, in the vending machine where I work, and at every freakin’ fast food joint in my area. It makes my period of mourning slightly difficult.
I have found a new paramour, but I don’t love him as much as I did Coke. Of course, he’s related to Coke…his name is Coke Zero Cherry. Dating your former love’s cousin or brother or ugly step sibling can be rough. It can (and does) leave a bad taste in your mouth. I am told, in time, I will love my new friend as much as I loved the other one…In time, I will think my old fling was syrupy and too sweet and just downright disgusting.
I don’t believe it. I know I will mourn the loss of Coke for eternity. We are star crossed lovers…not meant to be together in the end.
How in the hell does this relate to writing or my book? It doesn’t. I’ve never blogged before and I’ve already pimped myself blind on Facebook, so I thought I’d write about dating carbonated beverages. I do write romances, but all of mine have happy endings…not this one.
I will miss you, Coke. I know in time you will forget me, but we had a good run while it lasted….