Well, there I was in a brand new town I had never been before (Houston, TX) and I was getting the urge to start my sugar activities again. Of course the first question that came to mind was where on earth would I go for those all important first meetings. It would have to be a central enough place for everyone to get to conveniently but also discreet enough, and not too close to work or home. So at first I said ‘Starbucks of course!’. Lame. That was more like a plan C or D. I needed something slightly better for plans A and B.
I drove around and ran into some cafe’s which were nice enough, but the problem was that they were a little too cozy, i.e. the spacing between the tables was just too close. I never liked that, sugar or no sugar. I am a low key individual and never liked the idea of strangers overhearing my conversations, especially those involving the words ‘premarital sex’ or ‘arrangement’. I then found some wine bars in Uptown Park that were suitable not only for sugar meetings but also workplace functions as it turned out. When driving around Highland Village I finally settled on a place called Escalante’s. Here is why I liked it:
1. Near a busy and high end shopping area, so I could have an excuse to be there in the first pace in case any one I knew saw me.
2. It was within a reasonable driving distance from work so I could easily swing by for a drink or dinner with a SB. They had a large counter at the bar: very important for those ‘at the counter’ close up encounters without getting too close to other patrons. So I checked it out at various times in the early evenings as well as weekend afternoons and I like the crowd, classy, not too wild and not to packed either.
3. The tables were perfectly spaced so there was enough room between the tables, to give adequate privacy
So I went to my first meeting with someone, arrived early, sat at the counter with my beloved bottle of Shiner beer, and the real estate section of the Houston Chronicle (I was meeting a real estate agent, remember? Nice cover, btw). The same pattern was repeated several times, but after a while the bartender gave me a little smirk whenever he saw me on a Sunday afternoon. A knowing smirk like ‘Here comes this guy again, let’s who is he meeting this time!’. It made me just a bit self conscious but what the heck. At least we’ll had a really good time.
Until I met my fave SB in Houston, and we started hanging out at Ra Sushi across the street. I loved that place by the way….