Men who drink tea

First things first, you should mainly just know what you want to drink. Are you into juices? Drink juices. Do you enjoy sparkling water? Bubble away. But the fact remains that one drink exudes more sex appeal than the other. Black coffee does well, just like the man who dares to drink wine, a cold-pressed juice points to healthy of the hip kind, but then God made tea.

If you ask me what I drink on a regular Tuesday, then it's: coffee, water, a cold-pressed juice and when I get tired of that, I switch to tea. Tea is like a final destination, when I need to drink something and don't know what anymore. It's not that I just drink tea, I'm quite into the yellow Clipper. So actually, I'm even a spoiled tea girl, if you want to call it that. Then the man who drinks tea; I just don't know what's going on with that, but it's not sexy. Recently, a rather nice man walked into the editorial office, there was some signaling among us and then he really said: ‘Oh, just give me a tea.’ The attraction and magic were gone, just like that empty teabag in the bin. Tea does things to men.

Now, I do think women should be allowed to drink beer and that men shouldn't complain when we do, so let me nuance myself a bit. There are situations where you don't consume certain products yet. For example, you don't eat a truckload of garlic on a first date, right? And you skip the soup when you go out to dinner with your in-laws for the first time, because that's a guarantee for slurping. Sometimes food and drinks have a use-by date, but a use-after date. The same goes for tea. Once the deal is sealed, I find tea okay, but on a first meeting, a rooibos tea is just not of the clothes-tearing-off kind. When you think of tea, you don't think of sex. With tea, I think of thick socks and a checked pajama on a Sunday afternoon on the couch, minus the desire for romantic activities.

So maybe from date five, when you have a hungover Netflix session together in the bag and you can sneak the tea away on that weak stomach of today? Or you just ignore me and drink gallons of tea; maybe even a fair trade with my beer on the terrace.