I’ve personally never been a massive coffee guy. Now don’t get me wrong, I respect a nice $6 cup from time to time but it’s not going to make or break me. Not the type of guy who grimaces as I sip 7-11 coffee. Say something pretentious like, “No wonder the public loves their creamer.” I also won’t sip an Intelligentsia coffee, smack my lips a couple times and drop a, “Wow. That’s smokey”. I do it for the buzz. Plain and simple.

Even though I don’t have a deep appreciation for coffee I’ve always respected those who do. These people fascinate me. They sip a dark, bitter, warm beverage and start describing it with words I didn’t know existed in the coffee world. Sweet, nutty, fruity, acidic, like bro…. It’s coffee. Sure I could probably learn: Sign up for some coffee of the month club, get a YouTube degree, go through a cool, not on the menu tasting at my local coffee shop but to be honest… I really don’t care. Would rather get my buzz and live vicariously through those who know what’s up.

Used to work with a guy who pulled this Move off. Dude would roll up with a big ole French press and make his own coffee. I remember the first time I saw him pull this off. It forever changed the way I thought about him.

We used to work in separate buildings. He was a nice guy. Played golf with him on occasion, decent player. (Kind of a goofy swing but got it around.) He knew his sports, could rip back some beers, all the ingredients for someone to transition from co-worker to “get hammered on the weekends together” but it never happened. We were always in that in-between stage. The relationship never took the jump. A part of me always thought it was mutual. Sort of like a, “Hey, we gotta good thing going but we both have plenty of friends.” I was cool with it.

Until one day I went over to the other building. I was making my rounds, “Hey Tom!” “You son of a bitch!” “Guess they’ll let anyone in here.” Then I spotted him, at his desk, grinding with a big ole French press by his side. I hit him with a, “Make your own… Nice!” He quickly acknowledged my coffee statement then changed the subject. We talked for a little then I bounced. As I was walking back to my area of work. My head was spinning. I had so many unanswered questions. Was he an undercover coffee snob? A guy who knew his stuff but was humble enough to not flex on everyone. A guy with sophisticated taste who can’t drink what the other office plebs drink. Maybe it was his choice not to be, “Get hammered on the weekend” buddies. Maybe I was the Fringe Guy….

That day I learned a lot. I learned a French press at work goes a long way. Causes intrigue, curiosity, makes people think… Which is why I think it Could Be The Move.

Top Gun. Maverick. Dude put on a straight up clinic in this movie. His game was absolutely unstoppable. Jordan’s flu game, Hendrix at Woodstock, Maverick in Top Gun. One of the great performances and nobody’s talking about it.

There’s a number of Moves I could highlight here: The classic She’s Lost That Loving Feeling, or how about I’m Gonna Take a Shower…. maybe I go with an underrated deep cut Ice Water.

I decided to roll with the most high-risk, low-reward Move and that’s Maverick Rolling Into the Woman’s Room... Let’s talk about it.

Maverick just got done with his patented, She’s Lost That Loving Feeling bit. She seems to genuinely dig it. You could argue Maverick put waayyyy to much pressure on her. All of the attention is on them, solid vibe/everybody’s having a good time, what’s she supposed to do? Turn him down and kill the bars buzz? That point though gets immediately shutdown once they start conversing. They’re into eachother, flirtatious body language from both. In a cute/fun roundabout way she asks how he thinks their encounter is going. Maverick reponds with, “I don’t know I’ll tell you tomorrow but it’s looking good so far.” Agressive. She gets a touch bashful, says her friends just arrived, they have another cute quick banter and then she bails. Maverick is beside himself, beats himself up a touch, then sees an opportunity and strikes.

Here’s where the magic happens. A lesser man would chalk it up as a loss, move on. Not Maverick. He didn’t obesses over the negative, her bailing. He trusted his gut, realized a vibe was there and pushed the chips in. She goes to the bathroom. He follows, stands outside the door gives a shooters shoot smirk and goes in. Door opens, her eyes glance over, she smiles clearly digs the Move. Their talking close, she goes, “What do you want to do just drop down on the tile and go for it?” Now this is where we seperate the men from the boys. Guy like me? I’d squirm, say something stupid. Completely butcher the vibe. Not Mav though, Mav goes, “Actually… I had this counter in mind.” I mean, talk about returning a sharp serve right back to her. All while staying in the pocket, staying close, keeping the vibe. Incredible. They have another quick cute back and forth but she bails. Does it immediately work out? No. They go their seperate ways. Mav has no idea who she is, thinks he failed. Little does he know dude set the foundation.

I’d argue they don’t become a thing without that bathroom Move. They got some quiet time, a one on one interaction, the conversation turned sexual. I mean she clearly dug it. Would I recommend this Move? No. Now maybe this shit could play in the 80s but nowadays I’d say 95% of girls would be creeped out but that’s the thing though…. If you pull this off on one of those 5 percenters…. I think it Could Be The Move.