When my friend Marc picked me up from the airport, he demanded, “Tell me all about your trip.” And as soon as I stopped talking, he quipped, “I’ve got a boyfriend!”
Last night was my first time meeting him. Verdict: Two thumbs up! Nerdy hot. The winning combo in my book.
I had dinner with Marc, his new boyfriend Mark (same name, how cute is that?), and another friend Jeff at the Slow Club. Three queens and a princess. We had a fabulous time.
There was the whole work discussion.
Marc is a product manager at Amdocs. Mark is a marketing manager at Wellington Management. Jeff is a program manager at Microsoft. A whole table full of young over-achievers, bantering about our jobs and commutes.
Then it got personal.
The conversation turned to Angelina Jolie. Someone like her would make them all turn straight. They asked which female celeb would make me turn gay. I blurted, “I don’t know, but I really want to be in a lesbian relationship before I get married.” The guys cackled and hooted. I insisted it was true. They settled down. “Wow, what kind of girl would she be?”
“Someone a little chubby. Just a little. Just as long as she’s not skinny. Someone with boobs. Blonde. I guess, the opposite of me.”
They were taken aback, but less so because they’re gay and that’s what’s normal to them. I’m sure most people would think I’m a freak. I alluded to it in my business school column, but I doubt anyone took me seriously. In fact, I was a member of the Gay and Lesbian group. Although, no one knew that. I’m only mentioning it now.
Then it got rowdy.
Mark mentioned credit card roulette and I jumped on that bandwagon as did everyone else at the table. I LOVE CREDIT CARD ROULETTE. I’ve only lost once in my life. I’m so stupid, I wanted to play even though it was a first date and the guy had already agreed to pay. Moreover, he was lame so I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him again. Blame hubris. He was a professional poker player. I had never lost a game of credit card roulette and wanted to see this gambler lose to me. 50/50 probability. Purely a game of chance whereas usually the odds for winning credit card roulette are in your favor.
How it works: everyone throws in a credit card. The waitress puts them all behind her back, throwing one at a time down on the table. The remaining card behind her back pays the whole bill. We played it all the time in b-school. Bunch of gamblers, we were. This time, Mark lost. He said it was his first time losing. Gotta love the odds.
The ride home was just as rowdy. Poor Marc had to put up with me and Mark screaming out Christmas songs from Potrero to Noe. “Oh holy night!!!”