Today was an interesting day, as I had two meals out. The first was lunch with a new friend that left me with questions, and the other was with a group of people I know from a meetup group which I dine with from time to time.
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On one of my recent trips into NYC, I met this new friend while waiting for the elevator at Croton-Harmon station. We exchanged numbers, and agreed to meet for lunch one day. Today was that day. We met at a Mexican restaurant in Ossining and had a pleasant meal. But one thing bothered me and I didn't realize it at the time - she was asking a lot of questions about me, and not sharing that much about herself. Given that most people love to talk about themselves a little, I wonder if she was pumping me for information for nefarious purposes. If this is so, I'll bet that she'll be a little shocked if she finds out I am not a cisgender woman.
Why did I mention this?
Later in the evening, I was bothered by the nature of the conversation. And I decided to talk about this with a friend I'll be meeting for lunch tomorrow. If my radar has detected something wrong, she can help steer me to the right people who can help.
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Later on in the day, I braved the rains and trekked to Eastchester for a dinner with the meetup group. It was the usual cast of characters, and I'll bet that the men there were surprised about the knowledge I had from car shopping and my travels by railroad. If I were a cisgender woman a generation younger than I am, I might have been interested in the more typically masculine one of them. The other was a mousy looking fellow who I'll bet rarely attracts women.
Why did I mention attractiveness?
Well, there were 5 people at my table: an average looking fellow at the far end of the table, a hefty fellow across from me, a mousy man catty corner from me, and a mousy woman to my side. Ignoring myself, a trans woman whose size makes her look like a beached whale, only the fellow at the far end of the table fell in the normal range of attractiveness. And this led to a conversation I had with RQS later in the evening. Although I attend meetups only to develop friendships, others attend these meetings as a way to kill time until they find a mate and have too little time to meet with casual acquaintances.
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But, back to my lunch date....
Hopefully, my radar has detected a false positive with the new friend. But if I'm wrong, I want to be prepared for the worst.
