In my experience, a lot of da gangstas are big softies, so your persona is reinforced, not tarnished at all.

I DO know that French vanilla coffee mate, but I'm not a sweet coffee person, so I don't really know it in the biblical sense. Or I do, maybe, if I want to say I have known it, since it has been in my body before. Totally consensual, but it wasn't long before I realized I could never get the creamer to stop being sweet and vanilla-y and that I was the one who would have to change by saying goodbye. Not that I've never liked a sweet cup o' joe. But those days are behind me.

You didn't need to know all that. But you're such a good listener, I couldn't help myself.

Not sure if I've actually had REAL Turkish coffee, just Turkish ground the way my dad's ex made it. I even have a Turkish coffee pot, and used to put spices in my coffee, but never realized that there was actually a special recipe for Turkish coffee. There's a cool Turkish coffee bus right across the street. I could go out and make that happen tomorrow if I wanted...

Also don't really think you were mushy at all. Real, more like it. If ever I become a wife or have a wife or any kind of spouse or partner or SO (without the B), that's the kind of love we're gonna share. So there.

My Subaru says hi to your Subaru.