This past Thursday, my friend Debbie and I met at my new favorite Seattle restaurant Tavolata. From there we went to see “Limitless” with our Cinema meetup group. I arrived before Debbie did to take advantage of Tavolata’s fabulous happy hour and have dinner. Debbie arrived a bit later than me. She’s on a weird diet to determine whether or not she has food allergies. So, while I enjoyed my second glass of wine, she downed a bowl of watercress drizzled with olive oil.
We caught up, I filled her in on my week and she filled me in on hers. We had a good old time catching up and then walked a block and a half over to The Big Picture – one of the coolest places to watch a movie in Seattle. The Big Picture has private rooms and that’s where we met up with the meetup group. Debbie and I were drinking water while the rest of the people were enjoying their cocktails (The Big Picture has a full bar). I’m counting points and had already consumed all I could allow in good conscience at dinner, so it was on to water and lots of it. This would prove to be a mistake, when during the climax of the movie, I had to run out to pee.
One of the fun things about this venue is that there are several lounge areas with couches and oversized chairs on which to socialize. Before the movie started, we chatted with some of the other meetup folks. One guy who we’d been talking to, sat himself next to me in the theater. I found him to be extremely friendly and just a tad creepy. He told me he was sure this would prove to be my movie. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but he seemed harmless enough and I didn’t feel the need to bolt.
On the other side of Debbie sat Michael. When we arrived, he was chomping on some pizza and we chatted with him. It turns out we’d both decided he was just delightful. We enjoyed the movie.
Tonight the cinema group is seeing “Jane Eyre” and I invited Debbie. She said yes. From a conversation I had with Debbie this morning, I learned that she has a crush on Michael. I could see why. He’s a cutie-patootie. And while, I admittedly also had a crush on him – was willing to sacrifice my crush and pimp for Debbie. I’m that kind of friend.
Yesterday I’d noticed that when Michael had rated the meetup, he’d also made a comment saying he had a great time at the movie with the people he saw the movie with; that would be me and Debbie. It looked like things were boding well for Debbie and Michael.
So, today, I decided to send Michael a note letting him know Debbie and I were going to the movies and invited him to join us. I made sure to mention in the email that I wasn’t stalking him (this is Seattle and I didn’t want to freak him out by being overly-friendly) and I also mentioned that he might already have plans and that “Jane Eyre” is kind of a chick-flick.
While I was emailing him, I still had the meetup page open on my computer and went back to his profile. That’s when I saw it – and got the biggest laugh I’ve had since arriving in Seattle.
Michael also belongs to another meetup group. Namely, the Another Gay Social Club!meetup group. After laughing my ass off, I wondered how I – such a huge fag hag – didn’t see this one coming. Maybe this is why I’m a fag hag, because I’m drawn to gay men even if it isn’t obvious. Our impression of Michael was that he was fabulous. He was cute, friendly and chatted us up. I shake my head in shame. How could I not have known? He isn’t obviously gay, so I had such high hopes for him and Debbie. He was dressed in sweats that night, but didn’t look sloppy. On the upside, he might just be the fabulous gay friend that Debbie and I are both looking for.
Now Steve, the guy who planted himself next to me at the movie is another story. While friendly and a bit out there, comes across as a mess, physically. When Debbie and I were talking this morning (Debbie is a native) and were comparing notes, she was being polite and laughed when I told her what I really thought of him.
Of course, Steve is interested in me. Isn’t that the case, when as a woman, you couldn’t be more disinterested yourself? Steve has been emailing me since yesterday. His initial email was, to say the least, interesting. He told me that I’m a Ferrari disguised as a Prius. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. He then made a reference to “Limitless,” which is about using full brain capacity in his opinion and drug addiction in mine, and it seemed to me was suggesting that I’m not reaching my full potential. Anyway, that’s how it came across and I found it annoying since he doesn’t know me. I asked him if he’s a life coach.
He’s not a life coach. He’s a self-proclaimed Metaphysician and follower of Tony Robbins. Um, puke. While I have nothing against Tony Robbins personally, people who are followers of anything other than themselves don’t bode well with me. And to introduce oneself as a Metaphysician, I find to be spiritually arrogant and somewhat fishy. People who are truly enlightened don’t advertise.
Hey, and I’m a Shaman. Let’s meet for drinks. Not.
I know this may sound a bit harsh, but have you noticed how almost all of the spiritual kooks out there are men?
Really, I’m not bashing men. I’m not a hater. I like men just fine. It’s just that in my observation, it seems that when some of them start off on a spiritual path or are well on their way (as in “My name is now Swami or Baba Whatever” since they’ve denounced their given name and have started wearing all white and a turban and they’re as white as their turban), combined with the male ego and hubris (often one and the same), they think they rule the world. As if it isn’t bad enough already.
Steve came on way too strong for my taste and I had to tell him to back off. Fortunately, he took it okay and is respecting my wishes to stay away.
Ah, just another day in the life of Yours Truly.
