The Pick Up Artist

Tonight I attended a queer womens' social event. I brought along my favourite wingman, DragonLady, for moral support. We were just hoping to meet new people outside of our already existing group of queer female friends.

Anyway, it was very interesting. We met different women of different backgrounds, and different ages. We had discussions on dating issues, how to figure out if a woman is gay or interested, and ideas of where to go to find girls. We even role-played and did improvisational theatre. Totally my fave kind of activity.

As the night wore on, the group leaders noticed that I had a lot of interesting comments, and begged me to teach the group some social skills. The group of women in attendance had some questionable advice on dating. I figured I needed to say something! Essentially, I started giving them a crash course in how to be a wingman, and how to talk to women. It was weird. They all got so excited at this that the group leaders want me to give a workshop in the near future on the very topic.

They have started calling me the "Lesbian Hitch". Oh.. I don't think Will Smith has anything to worry about.

Oddly enough, they pick me to teach dating tricks.. and I'm sooooo not dating right now. I only know how to talk to people. If they ever decide to give a workshop on how to pick the "RIGHT" woman, and maintain a relationship... I'm so signing up for that one. I need help too!

I'll keep you posted on my future workshop. I have a lot of material to sort though. Either way I think it'll be interesting fodder for my writing/video work.

The Facebook Addiction

Okay, so I'm on all the social networking sites. I can't help it. I'm a social whore. I like meeting people, and I like hearing their stories. Friendster, My Space, Hi-5, Flickr (to some extent)... you name it, I'm on it.

Recently I was introduced to Facebook, and now I'm hooked. Maybe it's addictive because it's novel, maybe it's because the content is ALWAYS new, maybe because I can list out how people know each other with the click of a button, maybe because I can tag embarassing photos of my friends and family that automatically show up on their site... well for all these reasons and more I'm in love.

I'm not the only one. Many of my friends and family are total converts. Some have even cancelled their other social networking accounts. Wow. That's brave. Breaking up with the internet is a hard thing to do!

Some of us even check Facebook all day, first thing in the morning, last thing at night. I've taken to calling it Crackbook... because I'm in deep, with no hope of breaking my habit.

This is how bad it's become:

Today at a work networking lunch, I met a new girl. We talked, she seems really cool... I got a good vibe. My first question to her was... "Hey, are you on Facebook?!?"

I'm a sick, sick puppy.

The answer? Yes, she is.. and right after lunch the first thing we did at our respective offices, was to go and Facebook each other. Addicts know another addict when we see one.