My first big love was Ghost Chilli flavoured. If you look up the word “intense” in the dictionary there’s a photo of him (he’s also featured next to “prick” and “lying, despicable cunt”, I believe). He fucked me up good and proper, so I very actively went for vanilla when I was on the rebound from Mr. GC.
Mr. Vanilla was nice and reliable and sweet and just the most boring man on Earth. I didn’t love him, but I wanted to. Not least because I knew he would be loyal and never leave me (as Mr. Ghost Chilli had). When Mr. Vanilla proposed (with the most vanilla ring, in the most vanilla proposal of all time) the thought that went through my head was immediately “oh well, I don’t really want this but at least I know that he won’t ever leave me”.
And he didn’t. But I did eventually leave him after a few years when I met and quickly fell in love with someone who was a bit more flavourful.
I ended up marrying the new guy and we’ve been together for a couple of decades now, happily with a couple of kids and a couple of cats. He’s lovely. He’s not Ghost Chilli, but neither is he vanilla. He’s a very tasty flavour that’s kind to my metaphorical taste buds but not boring to them either. He’s a nice coconut or an interesting mint choc chip, if you will.
As someone who’s lived it, this is my assessment: There’s nothing wrong with vanilla if you’re going with vanilla because you genuinely like it. If you’re going with vanilla and can taste all of the nuances of it, vanilla might just be the flavour for you. But If you’re going for vanilla just because it’s not Ghost Chilli? That won’t work. You’ll just end up resenting vanilla for not being interesting enough a flavour, which isn’t fair because it’s not vanillas fault that it tastes like vanilla.
I hope that I’ve not lost you in the flavour metaphor there.... There’s plenty to be said for vanilla in life, but not if you’re going for vanilla as a reaction to another bad flavour experience.