Date: April 14, 2009
I finally figured it out, Ed.
You and me, weíre like coffee and ice cream. Yep, thatís exactly what we are -- coffee and ice cream.
It hit me today at the cafť. See, this stranger lady comes in, all poshy poshy poo poo with her hair done up and wearing this fancy schmancy outfit, and she orders coffee and ice cream. Iíve never had anyone to order that particular combination before, but I smile even though I think sheís coo-coo for coconuts and I go off to get her order. Iím wondering about it though. (You know me, always wondering about stuff.) I guessed that maybe when the coffee burns your tongue, the ice cream freezes the burn, and then the hot coffee thaws out your frozen mouth, and thenÖwell, you get the picture.
That kinda reminded me of us, Ed. Iím like the coffee and youíre like the ice cream. (Wait - hear me out!) See, I get all het up and on fire about something, but itís just too hot for you to handle and it starts burning you up. So you dowse the flame with your cold, clinical logic. (Youíre sweet, Ed, but you tend to be as cold as Ö well Ö as ice cream.) Then my spirit ends up all frozen and numb with discouragement.
All this is going on in my head as I pour a cuppa for the poshy poshy poo poo lady and set her ice cream in front of her, and as I top off the other java drinkers, and as I snag the empty plates from the table of four. With each bundle of silverware I wrap, I count off another example of a burning bright idea that youíve iced down.
I look over to check on Ms. Poshy Poo, and I watch how she savors the oppositeness of the two treats. She doesnít let the coffee burn her mouth, or wait for the ice cream to freeze her tongue; she puts a spoon of ice cream in her mouth and then right away takes a sip of coffee. Then she smiles a blissful smile.
By now itís time for my break, so I decide I just have to try this coffee and ice cream combination. (It was the blissful smile that convinced me.) I follow Ms. Poshy Pooís lead, sampling a bite and a sip, and inside my mouth an amazing thing happens. The coffee melts the ice cream while the ice cream cools the coffee, and the two become one blissfully warm, ushy gooshy, sweet and pungent concoction.
Of course you know all this time Iím still thinking about us, Ed, about me being coffee and you being ice cream. But now Iím seeing a different take on the combination.
Ed, Iím so sorry that I only ever saw why we werenít working out, and never even thought to look for how we could. I'm hoping you'll forgive me. After today, Iím thinking we might make this marriage work after all.
Can we try again?
Iíd like to come home and melt you, Ed -- but just a little.
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