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weekend whirl
Aug. 6th, 2023 11:29 amFriday night: I had a first date off a dating site, this time with another trans woman, M. It was all right, but I wasn't feeling the spark. Like so many trans women, M is ex-military*. I've noticed that people who do well in the military, including the children of service members, seem to share a distinctive personality type: outgoing even by my standards, with a love of personal badassery that at times I find a little off-putting. Yeah, I'll keep in touch because I said I would, but I dunno.
Immediately after that was ramen with Shiny H & G. I shouldn't be allowed around people when I'm caffeinated** because I'm even less filtered than usual. In any event, nice ramen followed by the Merc. It's a good thing I'm not a coulrophobe: I've seen DJ Hana Solo dressed as a clown, and it's a little scary even to me. G told me she's the boob fairy: everyone she dates goes up a cup size. Oddly enough, that's not sufficient incentive for me, at least not anymore.
I left at the stroke of midnight because, as I told G, I'm on call, old, and cheap.
I went to an Esperanto meetup on top of Queen Anne late yesterday morning. I learned that walking up that hill from the east is just as arduous as doing it from the south, i.e. the Seattle Center. And since I was low on sleep, I soon became angry with myself for my difficulty in remembering Esperanto words that I had no trouble pulling out of my head after a nap.
I slept about nine hours last night, and dreamt all the aggro dreams. I figure I needed it.
Tonight: a date at the 'Rose with a trans woman who's straight up told me she has a crush on me. We have a lot of acquaintances in common, and we know each other a little bit. This one has some potential, I think.
*M is not the first trans woman to point out to me that a lot of young trans girls who haven't figured themselves out yet – "eggs" as they're often called – are desperate to prove to themselves what manly men they are. And how better to do that than join the military?
**I had originally scheduled my date with M at Espresso Vivace on Broadway, not realizing that they're not open as late as they were in the before times. When asked, one of the staff said, "Nobody wants to work late." To which I mentally appended, '...for what Vivace is paying.' M & I hit the Wildrose, natch. Fun fact: I've been on tons of first dates at Vivace, including the amazing one with Funny Lady.
Immediately after that was ramen with Shiny H & G. I shouldn't be allowed around people when I'm caffeinated** because I'm even less filtered than usual. In any event, nice ramen followed by the Merc. It's a good thing I'm not a coulrophobe: I've seen DJ Hana Solo dressed as a clown, and it's a little scary even to me. G told me she's the boob fairy: everyone she dates goes up a cup size. Oddly enough, that's not sufficient incentive for me, at least not anymore.
I left at the stroke of midnight because, as I told G, I'm on call, old, and cheap.
I went to an Esperanto meetup on top of Queen Anne late yesterday morning. I learned that walking up that hill from the east is just as arduous as doing it from the south, i.e. the Seattle Center. And since I was low on sleep, I soon became angry with myself for my difficulty in remembering Esperanto words that I had no trouble pulling out of my head after a nap.
I slept about nine hours last night, and dreamt all the aggro dreams. I figure I needed it.
Tonight: a date at the 'Rose with a trans woman who's straight up told me she has a crush on me. We have a lot of acquaintances in common, and we know each other a little bit. This one has some potential, I think.
*M is not the first trans woman to point out to me that a lot of young trans girls who haven't figured themselves out yet – "eggs" as they're often called – are desperate to prove to themselves what manly men they are. And how better to do that than join the military?
**I had originally scheduled my date with M at Espresso Vivace on Broadway, not realizing that they're not open as late as they were in the before times. When asked, one of the staff said, "Nobody wants to work late." To which I mentally appended, '...for what Vivace is paying.' M & I hit the Wildrose, natch. Fun fact: I've been on tons of first dates at Vivace, including the amazing one with Funny Lady.
