This one is a throw back, but also the catalyst for the blog. One day, I thought I might get some "work" done at Starbucks, but instead sat down next to the relationship table. You know the furniture at Starbucks is awfully close together. And the table to my left played host to two of the worst Starbucks dates ever.
Date 1:
pretty tall blond and nondescript guys' guy sit down.
PTB: so Friday night, um well I think we should clear the air a little. I mean I don't have much to say really, just that I think there might still be something here. And I don't know if you feel the same but, if you do maybe we could give it another try. So yea that's basically all I had to say.
GG: well I think there is still something here ... and I would like to see where that leads.
Reassured glances all around, I bury my face in the BOOK, and begin typing furiously to avoid detection. Small talk ensues, they make plans to visit the AGO next Wednesday, cause it's free. They talk about their mutual friends, presumably. GG is definitely glancing in my direction. I wonder is he a perv or am I caught? I mean he knows I can hear him, maybe he just wants to see if I am distracted. Type type type.
An awkward silence follows, prompting the discussion's return to the topic at hand.
PTB: (looks hopefully, smiles, sighs slightly. It's clear she has more to say but the sudden realization that they are at Starbucks washes over the three of us. I am waiting with baited breathe. ) I told you we should have done this at a bar, I wish this was a glass of wine. (Laughing nervously, She motions to her Starbucks beverage)
GG: Yea I get that now. Well can I walk you back to work...
Fades out
Date 2
Not three minutes later I score another one. I don't want to say opposite end of the spectrum, but it was definitely different.
Another couple, their description requires a bit more detail.
She is young, exotic looking, but approachable. She reminded me of any number of beautiful "real" girls that I went to high school with. Everyone at SOTA is real after all. She is knitting throughout their conversation
He, is older, seasoned I'd say, tan, good hair line. Not my type but swashbuckling perhaps. Smarmy. O yea he had an accent, British, sounded like London but I'm not an authority.
I was still wrapped up in the romance of the last two so it takes me a while to get into this one. And with out really noticing them I hadn't made any assessment of their relationship to one another. My ears only perked up when he begins to tell her about his ex.
He, we'll call him Simon: ( It's the British thing, and I think he worked in music. Touring or something.) Well Kim, (that's the ex) and I just sort of fell into a relationship. I was working in London at the time and we met and eventually she sort of moved in. And I was going back and forth to Tokyo a lot and before I knew it it had been 3 years. (It might have been five, I can't remember what he said.)
She, I'm going to call her Amanda: Well but you married her. (I nearly died. From his description I was not thinking wife.) How did that happen? (Well played)
Simon: Well it was the whole Japanese thing, (by now I've gather his ex-wife is Japanese.) It just made things so much easier, so we got married. And it was great for a while and then all of a sudden we were living totally separate lives. I wanted to be in Tokyo more and more, and I was working all over the place. And she was more interested in being in London, so we drifted apart and eventually divorced. We talk though.
Amanda: Wow you seem remarkably removed from the situation. (Now is when it gets interesting. I'm thinking good observation, but maybe Amanda is playing coy.)
Simon: No, I mean we have a good relationship now, but it was brutal for a while. And even still I swear she has ESP, she's very intuitive. She always seems to sense when I have met, someone. She calls and asks if I am seeing anyone. I mean the last time with ... (name I miss, it's hard pretending not to listen.) she knew and asked me point blank. And now with you, I mean she called.
Amanda: O really, you talk. (I think, thank god she's knitting.)
Simon: yea it's funny we are talking about this, because she called for the first time in almost 6 or 7 months last week. And she asked me if I was seeing someone, and I told her I was.
They wax on a bit more, and I get bored by the conversation. He plays with her yarn and they snuggle. He makes some rather lewd references to wanting to be in bed again. I mean I am sitting right here, listening, can't you keep it interesting without being gross. At some point Simon says
Simon: I feel really lucky to have had such good relationships, meaningful. I mean I have had a few soul mates.
Amanda: (doesn't miss a beat, scoffs) How lucky for you.
They chat some more, I don't really remember much after that. At first she seems annoyed at the answers he is producing. I personally can't get over his arrogance and I am thinking what does a with-it girl like that see in a washed out old roadie, who didn't have the sense to stay in London with his sexy Japanese wife? I am assuming she's attractive based on three things. One Amanda's youthful good looks. And a general rule about Japanese women being attractive. O yea and a hunch about Simon's type. But after a while she seems reassured, I guess she finds him charming. And they leave together. Him still muttering about going back to bed, and her with her yarn and a gentle rebuff.
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