I have a confession to make: I’ve been a very bad journalist. Today was supposed to be My Single Male Friend Friday but this week’s single male friend (none other than Date #6!) has been tied up at work so we never got to finish our interview.
I was hoping I’d be able to finalize everything during our customary Thursday afternoon gchat but said chat never took place. As such, I’m left with an incomplete profile and even though my intent was to line up a few extra Single Male Friends so that I’d have one in my back pocket so to speak, I’ve been remiss in my editorial duties.
So I owe you all an apology: I’m sorry. I’ve never missed a deadline before but I guess there’s a first time for everything!
Fortunately, this is a deadline of my own creation so in the mean time, I have found my new favorite coffee shop. It’s called Good Karma and its absolutely gorgeous—light green on the inside, huge windows, lots of natural light—and, best of all, there’s nary a child in sight.
Obviously I don’t mind children— I’ve spent all morning teaching my preschoolers to dance the conga— but I prefer to restrict my under-18 interactions to the hours between 8:00am and noon. This way, I can use the rest of the day to decompress, get ready for my evening classes and return to work the next morning bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to untie and retie shoelaces, distribute tissues, bean bags, and magic wands as necessary, and to act as dance teacher, cheerleader, life guard, band aid distributer, therapist, referee and musical accompanist all while reminding my students (for the hundredth time) that ballet barres are NOT monkey barres!
The only way to deliver the above statement with the requisite smile is to recharge—and in order for this to happen, I need to spend my afternoons amongst adults of the childless variety.
Hence Good Karma. Good Karma lies at the intersection of 9th and Pine. 9th and Pine happens to be the crux of Philadelphia’s Gayborhood so even thought the eye candy’s top notch here, the majority of the clientele don’t seem to find me nearly as attractive as I find them.
But that’s fine by me. I’m here to work. I have a conference call with my editor and biweekly counterpart over at City’s Best in an hour and a half and this time I’ve set the alarm on my phone so that I won’t be late.
Plus, my continued efforts on eHarmony have finally yielded a man who actually gets what I do for a living, from the relentless self-criticism that comes along with writing to the heartbreaking home environments from which several of my preschool students come.
Our first conversation, which took place over the phone on Tuesday night, actually made me laugh, and not in the fake way to which I’ve grown increasingly accustomed since August. Even more importantly, I gave up watching Glee to speak to this latest Potential Soul Mate, and it was Regionals night! I did manage to catch Curt and Blaine’s first kiss (Go Curt!) but I will say that I’m feeling rather optimistic about Saturday night’s date—it’s not anyone who can tear me away Will Schuster.
I suppose I ought to say that Good Karma’s coffee ain’t bad either. I’m drinking an unexpectedly pretty café mocha and I have to say, all things considered, life is good.
Happy Friday, folks!