I was sitting in the drive-through at McDonald's with my window down contemplating what to order when I overheard the person in the car directly in front of me, "A large coffee with two creams and two sugars." I was considering his selection when I became conscious of the fact that I was making "a face". The face you might display when you just smelled something unpleasantly pungent.

What is wrong with me? I don't like coffee and never have. I hear people all the time talking about "meeting for coffee" or "hanging out in the coffee shop" or how wonderful Starbucks is! And I just feel like an immature girl who never quite grew up, never acquiring the taste for this drink that seems to be some rite of passage into adulthood.

Oddly enough, my sister feels the same way. I called her after exiting the drive-through to discuss this topic reminiscent of a Seinfeld episode. I explained to her my plan to move to the next stage of my life...that of a coffee drinker. There must be some kind of coffee out there that I find appealing. Maybe something hazelnutty or chocolaty... something smooth and creamy and frothy! I will WILL myself to enjoy it and maybe when I feel that jolt of caffeine I usually welcome every morning when I drink my diet soda, I will suddenly fall in love with that warm cup of Joe.

Then, after I become a coffee connoisseur, I will be able to join the rest of that club...that of "the coffee drinker.