Love Letters (Part two in a series)

Dear Dr. Pepper,

First of all, I've always been curious:  are you a medical doctor, or a psychiatrist?  Perhaps you have some sort of honorary title?  I suppose it doesn't really matter, because I'll always love you no matter what your credentials are.

Another thing I've always wondered about it your gender.  You're mysterious, so you'll probably never tell.  I have come up with a few theories as to your appearance though.  If you are a male, I imagine you're handsome, and a class act all the way.  I think you might look something like this:

I think he actually is a doctor, by the way.

Or maybe this:

I figure you'd probably wear a bowtie.  Bowties are cool.

On the other hand, if you're a female, (and I do hope this is the case) I imagine you might look something like this:

Anyway, they say you have a unique combination of 23 flavours, which is the secret of your deliciousness.  I've only ever figured out about four of them, but like I said before, you're mysterious.  I don't think I want to know all your secrets anyway.  Suffice to say that no other can compare for deliciousness.
I don't know what type of alcohol you'd go with, but that might be something we could try out sometime.
You're not always the first thing I go for, but that's just because too much of you would make me appreciate you less.  I always look forward to you after a hard day of work, and you make a tough day easier to handle. I hope you never change, but I don't think I've got much to worry about.  After all, you've been around for a bit over 100 years, and you probably haven't changed much since then, right?  By the way, I don't mind you being older than me.
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, or whenever I open the fridge next.  So until then, Dr. Pepper, stay cool!