Having coffee with my exLast week I cheated. I had coffee with my ex. Ex-coffee shop, that is. And I was reminded why we ended our relationship. Kiva Han continues to both dissatisfy me and make me look bad in public. Its lids leak, dripping scalding coffee down my arms and on my shoes. Plus, it never tried very hard to be good to me. It selfishly plays its punk music loudly, and really wasn't all that good in cup.
My new love, Té Cafe, is exquisite. It's everything I've ever wanted. And oh so tasty. Couches, free wifi, outlets, WDUQ, and friendly baristas.
I've left a string of exes around Pittsburgh, and while I've flirted promiscuously with my other ex, 61C, I'm again reminded that, while it may be the courtesan of all the other grad students, it's too hard and stingy with electricity for me. He's only good for late night rendezvous.