Making Kir Royales and unwittingly propositioning men

The next day, some friends invited me to a party given by some guys from Boeing who had just completed a training class and wanted to celebrate. Enter G and the boys.

G is a 34 year old Canadian engineer and the boys are all French Canadian, 22 and very beautiful. I am in love with them all instantly. My friends are the only ones at the party who know everyone so they are constantly surrounded by people. I can’t squeeze into their group.

So about 2 hours in, I’ve only had 1 beer but it’s getting very hot inside and I need air. So I go out on the balcony. The view is spectacular. The back of the house they are renting looks out over Lake Washington.

There are about 20 chairs on the balcony and I am alone. The breeze is cooling me off after the incredible heat in the house so I don’t mind at all that I am the only person on the balcony. I sit and drink my beer and after about 10 minutes another engineer comes outside. Hovers at the threshhold, actually. We talk for a few minutes about the view, at which point I say, “You know, you don’t have to stand there in the doorway. There are plenty of chairs. You could sit down and talk.”

His response: “I can’t. I’m married.”

I become panic stricken. Is there something in my beer that has made me drunk after only 1 1/2? Have I lost control of my senses? Did I just ask this man to have sex with me?

No, I think. I am not even buzzed. I am not out of control. Perhaps, it’s the way Canadian men react when a woman asks them to sit down. Perhaps they just assume it’s going to eventually lead us to hot naked passion. That’s pretty presumptuous. So I say “Congratulations.” Then I pick up my beer and walk past him into the house.

I grab my friend from the crowd and take her out to the front of the house. We sit on the curb and discuss what just happened. Eventually, this leads to a discussion about what is wrong with the men of Seattle. Which leads to the fact that I need a new arena for the sport of dating. Perhaps it’s the air in Seattle. Maybe it’s in-breeding. I don’t know but I need a change of scenery.

I decide on a solo road trip. I’m not going alone because I prefer to be, but because my life is very flexible. Other people’s usually aren’t.

I have a little money saved, so I can go for a couple of weeks. If I decide to stay anywhere for very long, I can always get a waitressing job for money. So I sell and give away my furniture, send my cat to my mother and I’m officially off.

Now I should add that I am not looking for husband material. I have been married, thank you. Don’t really care for it. But I do like to go out, meet new people, have great conversations and, occasionally, participate in a match of naked co-ed wrestling. So my search is not for a husband but for unfettered fun without any meanness or stupidity. Making interesting friends along the way would be a bonus.

That night I taught G and the boys to make Kir Royales. Here's the recipe:

Kir Royale:

Put ice in a mixing glass. For each serving add an ounce of Creme de Cassis. Shake to chill the liqueur. Strain into champagne glasses. Fill with chilled champagne. Garnish with lemon peel.

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