I was supposed to go the the University of Washington (in Seattle) to study with a real talent in my field. I had a scholarship and would have added a graduate assistantship to that at some point. The catch was, getting a second master's degree because I hadn't gotten enough of the background I needed. I wanted to give New York and singing opera a try. I didn't know anyone in Seattle and I didn't want to be so far from home and single. I chickened out. Let's just say if I had seen all the signs pointing to Seattle the way I do now, I might have gone for it...
I picked up a Smithsonian magazine that was buried under other magazines. I started paging through it and saw pictures of Narwhals--those whales that have a unicorn horn. As I turned a page and looked:
Savvy: Oh my Gosh, my finger just ended up on Seattle in this article.
Kristi: It's a sign.
Savvy: I just put my hand down and my finger was there.
Kristi: I'm telling you its a sign that you should go up there.
Savvy: Um, well, we'll see. It's kind of strange.
I was at church thing looking around at everyone there and then wondered if there would be anyone that would make me feel anything he did--half as much even. If there would be anyone that I shared some odd things in common...I looked up at the TV and there was a commercial for Mike's Hard Lemonade set in Seattle, WA. Huh? At the exact moment?
I've watched TV a couple of times and seen references to Seattle. New York can be hard to escape mention of. But Seattle? I sat down at the gym to work out--usually I use the bike that is in front of a TV set to CNN. I used a different kind of bike this time and watched Grey's Anatomy which is set in, yep, Seattle. Some guy was interviewed about mortgage scams, where does he live? Yep, suburban Seattle. And (on the same show) now there is a big hoo-ha about Starbucks launching a new unStarbucks branding (15th Ave Coffee and Tea) for their new stores in...Seattle. I paged through a book for additional information about the author and landed on a page that mentioned...Seattle. Having had enough, I about dropped it.
A husband and wife were talking behind me at the mall:
She: Just don't really want to go to those places.
He: I want to go to Montreal and you don't want to go. Same thing with Seattle.
Sav: I'll go to Seattle. There's a guy up there I like.
She: I want to go to San Francisco. It's closer.
Sav: So you can take me to Seattle.
And then I tried to push it out of my mind. Again.
Seattle is making a home for himself and has found a lovely apartment with a great view of a lake and the Cascades. He started his new job.
Why did I say anything to him?
Because I hoped. Because I am still a hopeless romantic. Because if he felt half of what I did, it would be a great relationship. Because I made the insane leap of thinking if other guys want me that this guy might too. But I think I am dealing with the rare species of man who is the exact opposite of the player. There is no room in his life for a casual relationship and he hasn't made the room to get to know women on a more personal level because his career is first. This is the way of a man with class. (Plus with all of that feminist crap, a nice guy thinks women have their own things going on and wouldn't move with a guy--not even an awesome Christian, slightly Star Trek geek, outdoorsy, jazz-loving, supersmart one like him. I would. Pick me! Pick me!)
A new reality show called Holidate asks the question:
What if the perfect guy for you is in Seattle?
What if? The commercial aired 5 minutes before this published. Maybe it's time for my own Holidate.
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