This post is part of the Furniture Interview series.
Clickbaits. The bane of our existence. Don’t you hate these ridiculous headlines that are solely intended to get people to click through to a page that’s extremely lame? Oh, don’t forget the obligatory bikini photographs to lure you in, while the page has absolutely nothing to do with women or bikinis. In fact, using these techniques to get you to click through to a page like this, which deals with a man interviewing a coffee cup is borderline illegal. I may be banned, if I were serious. If I’m still banned, I’ll be mad.
Anyhoo, the coffee cup I interviewed today was one I met on Tinder. I loved the curves on it’s smooth, ceramic body and just had to meet it. We met at a nearby coffee shop and I was immediately attracted to it because it got the irony of the situation. We sat there, drinking our coffees (it just swirled its coffee around itself) and talking about this and that, when I decided to push the envelope of danger and take the next step. I grabbed the coffee cup, put the smooth ceramic to my lip and took a long swig of the hot coffee.
“Oh, wow,” said the cup. “That was – that was fantastic! That was my first kiss, by the way,” it added, a bit shyly.
“Really?” I asked, leaning forward, with my best come-hither look. “How was it?”
“Meh,” said the cup.
“Meh?” I asked, taken aback slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Dude,” said the cup. “I’m grateful for the first kiss, but it wasn’t anything like what I expected.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. Something else, I guess.” It looked around the cafe, bored. It let out a yawn. That made me angry.
“What’s going on here?” I asked, almost ready to stand up and walk away. “One minute you’re all hot and flustered, and the next, you’re cold as ice.”
“I’m ceramic, baby,” replied the coffee cup. “You need to microwave me to get me hot and sweaty again.”
Well, I walked away. Though the coffee cup was definitely date-able, I didn’t want to keep a microwave oven in my bedroom and die of radiation poisoning if I didn’t die of a heart attack after seeing the power bills.