This is the story of how I know you cannot have an orgasm simply from drinking coffee.

Once upon a time yesterday morning everything went wrong starting from the moment when I got out of bed at 4.50 am to get a floppy adolescent to swimming training on the other side of the city. For example, the cat upended the food scraps bucket in order to get to the imagined delicacies contained therein. I have no idea what he was after because when they were upended on the floor all I could see were coffee grounds, carrot skins and an avocado seed. I will not bore you with the rest of the details because although they felt horrific as I lived them, when I write them it looks like nothing more than a boring list.

Anyhoo, I decided to treat myself to a coffee before I went to my office to do some work.

The barista said, ‘Can I help you?’ and his accent was Spanish, and this was the best thing that had happened to me all day.

‘I would like a skim milk caffe latte please, but I can have it only half…I don’t mean half the shot of coffee but half the milk.’

‘Ah, you mean like piccolo, I will make you piccolo.’ His accent was still Spanish.

We chat and I say, ‘I need the coffee because I get up early to take my teenager to swimming.’

‘Do you mind if I ask you a question?’ (Still with Spanish accent.)

I shook my head.

‘Where do you swim?’

A little more conversation ensued because he wanted to know where to swim that was not too expensive, because in his country he swims a lot and he is missing it.

Then, he passed me my coffee and said, ‘Are you a coffee member here?’

I shook my head and he said, ‘I will charge you only two dollars anyway.’

Spanish accent.

At my desk, I drank that coffee and not only was it made by a man with a Spanish accent who only charged me two dollars, it was the smoothest coffee ever made, ever drunk and I drunked it but I did not have an orgasm and that is the story of how I know it is not possible to have an orgasm just from drinking coffee.

But that is not the end of the story. I went back to the coffee shop at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and ordered another coffee although lunchtime is the time past which I do not consume caffeine. He only charged me two dollars, but the coffee was a little bitter and a little tired. And not every story has a happy ending.