I think I’ve figured out a pretty great analogy for my romantic orientation. It’s the same as my relationship with coffee.
I’ve always loved the coffee aisle of the grocery store. It always smelled earthy but refined, and has always warranted a deep inhale when I go through it.
I love coffee shops. How some people linger for hours and others rush in and out. How there’s usually relaxing music and at least one person with a book.
I love almost everything about coffee and coffee culture, except for two things. I hate the taste of coffee, and so I don’t really understand the “coffee as necessity” culture, because I’m not a part of it. I understand the tropes, and will send the pictures of oversized coffee cups to coffee lovers in my life, but that’s not part of me.
Now, I could probably train myself to like coffee, but I don’t want to, because I don’t want to become dependant on caffeine or coffee. (The previous sentence is a break in the metaphor, but I’m coming back) I’d just like to find someone (coffee drinker or not) who also likes smelling the coffee in the grocery store.