Okay, one more time.....
I've never been a big fan of soda.
I don't know why; it just never turned me on.
Of course I drink soda, Diet Dr. Pepper (the only taste I have in common with Messalina Agrippina), usually from "fountains" at convenience stores, and usually it's half Diet Dr. Pepper, half plain carbonated water.
I have no idea why.
I suspect my antagonism towards soda evolved when I was a child, and noticed that people who drank lots and lots of soda had dental problems.
(Note: because I am deaf, I spend a great deal of time intimately observing the mouths of other people. It's not any weird "thing" I have; it's necessary to do, in order to "hear." Most of the time, for example, I will know all the dental details of a woman long before I'm aware she's tall or short, fat or thin, good-looking or not.)
The childhood hostility towards soda apparently was at least partially justified; other then the four wisdom teeth, yanked out by a Greek plumber (the story was told in the Omaha World-Herald circa the mid-1980s, no point in re-telling it here), I still have all my original teeth, all white, and no fillings.