“It’s good to be pretty.” ~ Saint Maggie

Rather recently, Maggie invited me out to lunch so that we could catch up, sans girlfriends. We both adore our loves, but every once in a while old friends need some quality time alone. So we headed off to this chic little place in Seal Beach. It’s one of those cozy little beach cafe’s, that’s so comfortable in it’s own skin, it has a natural elegance to it. It’s a favorite among locals and as it turns out, locals in that area tend to be celebrities and just your run of the mill multimillionaires.

Before leaving that day, Remi left me some extra cash since we both know that Maggie’s tastes run on the expensive side and since she picked the restaurant it was likely to be a pricey lunch date. That and the fact that we needed reservations for a Saturday afternoon add on the fact that Maggie actually said, “Well you know how these posh places can be” and I gratefully accepted the handout from my gainfully employed girlfriend.


I met up with Maggie at her place. She was having car trouble that weekend, so poor baby … got to drive around in one of her fathers cars …. a big black Lexus. Perfect, she could drive!


About 20 minutes later we stroll into this little cafe and are shown to our table that has one of those little “reserved” cards on it. I look over the menu and to my surprise things weren’t as expensive as I had expected. So we order and we start off with a couple peach bellinis.

The more bellinis we drink the more truth comes rolling out and we ended up clearing up a lot of rumors and misunderstandings over some old crap. Surprise surprise, there are women out there that basically hate me for no good reason, rumors and misconceptions. The only part that almost sucked about that was that at one point I thought they were my best friends.

As it turns out, Maggie was and is the only one out of that whole group that stuck by me and really matters. So if I had to go through that to come out with her as my friend then I would do it again a hundred times.

I was talking too much to eat much of my food but I wasn’t talking too much to drink. So the bellinis kept coming.

At some point our server came over to us and said, “Ladies, that gentleman over there just bought your lunch.” She moved aside so that we could see an older man, sitting by himself, smiling at us from across the way.

Maggie and I looked at each other and then at him and thanked him. He seemed like he was lonely but he was also a little creepy so we just smiled at him a few times throughout the remainder of our meal.  As if just our acknowledgment of him was repayment enough.

Obviously it was because our server came back and informed us that our benefactor wanted to make sure we had all we wanted to drink and desert if we so desired.

So the bellinis kept coming. Notice a pattern here?

By the end of lunch I was a bit tipsy. The generous old man overheard a few juicy parts of our conversation and tried to jump in here and there. Maggie’s a pro at dealing with things like this, so I let her. She would smile, say a few words and then somehow, deftly just cut it off and come back to our private conversation.

I suck at stuff like that, if I had been alone I would have ended up feeling bad for him and inviting him to eat at my table. No doubt followed by unwanted advances that would have led to an even more uncomfortable scene. But thankfully, Maggie knows how to cut men off at the knees and somehow leave them thanking her for doing so.

The difference between Maggie and myself is that she isn’t afflicted with needles guilt like I am. She knows she’s beautiful and she knows people are happy to buy her things simply for that fact … and believe me they do.

After our admirer left, our server came back over and told us that our bill was almost $200. Wow expensive lunch after all.

But at some point she showed him the bill to make sure he wasn’t going to get upset and instead he just insisted that we have more to drink or whatever else we wanted.

I just remember Maggie leaning in and whispering to me. “It’s good to be pretty.”

Apparently.

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