It was the ‘80s, when coffee shops and cafes weren’t commonplace as they are today. I’d only had espresso once before, a few sips with a bad boyfriend in Denver late one night, when he wanted to introduce me to this exotic drink. We walked from bar to restaurant in downtown Denver until he found one place that served it, a posh night club. We settled onto white leather couches and drank tiny cups of straight espresso, bitter like our relationship often was.
But here I was now, on a second date with this guy I’d just met through a personals ad. He’d called me the day after our first date, offering Continue reading