You’re perfect, but don’t ask me to explain why

photo by Moshsen Rastani

“Describe your perfect cup of coffee,” she said.
I assumed she was kidding but she wasn’t. I thought about it a while. Then the writer in me, Mr. Word Expert, tried to verbalize it.
When I was finished and had failed miserably she said, “It only gets worse the further into it you go. Try to describe what you think is the perfect cup of coffee or the perfect girlfriend, meal, dog, car… whatever. You can only recognize perfection when you see it, but you can’t describe i...