There’s No Place Like Homo

Coming here from The Evergrey? Welcome! This is my account of the singles event promoted from last week’s newsletter.

“I don’t think I’ve reached that level of desperation,” my friend responded after I asked him to accompany me. “Well, I guess I have. So I’m going,” I sassed back.

The Not Creepy Gathering for People Who are Single and Want to Fall in Love event seemed like the perfect place for me— borderline desperate but new transplant to Seattle with a very limited dating history.

I walked into the Fremont Abbey Arts Center, the chandeliers demure and romantic and poised for an enchantment. Making an entrance fashionably and fashionably late, I slapped on a nametag with the male symbol (a hint to the other love-seekers as to the type of person I’m attracted) and took a sigh of relief— we’re all in this together!

After a darling singer (Arthur James, woof!) crooned me into a lustful trance, Jenna Bean Veatch came to the stage. Jenna’s enigmatic presence instantly made me feel at ease, and we began with her first exercise: everyone is cute! This was the first chance everyone had at scoping out a potential mate; and, surprisingly, I did find everyone cute in their own way— I saw a few faces that piqued my interest.

When we got into breakout sessions, randomly forming groups of two to four, something happened— I started to realize that I was the only gay guy in the room. Now, having grown up in a small town in the Midwest, this was not a new feeling for me— but rather an old one, an isolating one, and not one I ever thought I’d experience in Seattle.

I bumped into a new friend I had made the minute I got there, Lily, and I confided in her, “I don’t think there’s another gay person here.” I had seen several queer women, adorning both the female and male symbols on their nametags. And go fam! But that isn’t my romantic demographic. Lily said, “What! There has to be! Do a lap, and if you don’t find someone, I’ll buy you a drink.” Not one to turn down a bevvie, I did as instructed. Alas, I truly was the only homosexual man in the room. Seattle, you’ve disappointed me! The 10% rule was not in my favor.

Even though I didn’t find love in that room, I found the content very inspiring. The last exercise pushed many out of their comfort zone, getting up on stage and finishing the statement, “I want…[in a partner].” As the women addressed the audience and made compelling statements about what they want in a partner, I felt their empowerment, and that was the real prize of this event. My statement? “I want to find the only homosexual in the room and commiserate over the fact that we’re the only homosexuals in the room.” (A friendly straight man gave me the name of his “gay friend.” My fellow queers will commence in an eyeroll with me. Thank you, sir, but no thank you.)

I retreated back to Capitol Hill to be amongst my people, The Gays™, snuggled up in my bungalow, and took out an Armistead Maupin novel. I didn’t come away empty handed, as I have the satisfaction of putting myself out there and looking my loneliness head on— so, my Seattleites, if you happen to know of a tall, dark, and handsome gay man with a dog who might be attracted to a short, stocky, 20 something, flamboyantly homosexual airline pilot, hit a girl up!

City Takeover: Seattle, Part I

Fine. So I’m not in “Seattle.” But Redmond, Washington is close enough— tomorrow, I will make my way into the city, starting with Seattle Pacific University and a whole list of other activities. But that endeavor will be discussed in Part II.

A jewel studded in Redmond is Pomegranate Bistro, casual gourmet restaurant located in what appears to be a warehouse; however, once inside, the soft lighting combined with the bright colors make for a semi-intimate setting for two, yet the ambiance is completely appropriate for a family gathering. Lisa Dupar’s catering company can be seen through plate glass windows, and her workers prepare the food for whatever occasion a customer desires. The cuisine is so exclusive that Bill Gates’ wedding reception was catered by her— although the prices of the dishes won’t break the bank.

I chose the staple of Sharper Mac & Cheese Gratin without prosciutto or tuna; typically, I’m not a fan of meat unless it’s the main entree.  My mom and I shared a Ham & Maple Glazed Pineapple Firebread (pizza). I’m not a food connoisseur, but hot damn, this meal was GREAT!! The cheese in the pasta was tasty, not overpowering or dominating; the noodles successfully retained the flavor of the cheese. The pizza had individual pieces of ham lain across the width, although hidden by the cheese, which also harbored intermittently placed pineapple— sweet and juicy flavors that complemented the saltiness of the ham.

To finish the grandeur of a divine meal, I chose the Cranberry Cider Sorbet with Cranberry foam— it was phenomenal!! The warm, sweet foam contrasted against the grainy, cold sorbet. The dessert was only $4.00, but there was certainly enough to fill up the rest of the room in my stomach and supported several trial bites from my group.

All in all, this cute, tucked-away bistro is a versatile establishment. Take visiting friends or have a romantic dinner for two; this place will suffice and exceed expectations for both.

Lisa Dupar’s Catering— more info on Pomegranate