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On Meeting Dan Savage, And Forgetting To Give Him My Card
Baby, give me one more chance.
When people ask me what I do, I sometimes joke that I’m the king of the online gays. A few hundred thousand people reading your headlines each day fills you with hubris in that way. But the truth of the matter is that hardly anybody in the world even realizes I exist.
There’s a cafe in my neighborhood here in Seattle that doubles as the second UB business office because my partner is usually up to his knees in video editing or raving about Spotify. I work from there two or three times a week. The staff recognizes me, and I even have a lady crush on one of the baristas. OK, fine, and a man crush on two of the boys behind the counter too. Whatever.
This afternoon (Re: moments ago), while packing my laptop up to head home from the cafe, I noticed that Dan Savage himself had been sitting not two tables away from me. Gay media types colliding is essentially that fourth grade arithmetic problem about the two trains passing in the night. Except even in the rare case that it’s happening, you usually don’t realize it. It’s not like Andy Towle and I play on the same Quidditch team, or our frienemies at Queerty join the UB team for happy hour.
So seeing Savage in person (and he looked good) was an opportunity too good to pass up. I broke six years worth of ingrained Seattle social conditioning and introduced myself. We shook hands, I told him my name and that I was the guy from Unicorn Booty, and after politely telling me he couldn’t understand what I had just said, he asked me what Unicorn Booty was.
Being the most-followed gay blog in the world only looks good on paper. It sounds particularly douchey when you hear yourself saying it out loud. The Dan meeting could have gone better.
So Dan, if you’re reading, I appreciate the work you do, and thanks for a moment of your time. I walked home kicking myself for not giving you my card. It’s just that before today, the most gaymous person I had ever met was the winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I’d love to give it another shot sometime. Holler back, Savage.
And again, you looked good.
-Kevin
