I've been told of a weekly social at the Diesel Cafe in Davis Square. Decided to go today on my lunch break. Not a bad place, though I was so not dressed for the occasion wearing my work clothes (blue dress shirt and black trenchcoat with blue jeans). I looked too much like a yuppie. There was a discussion group in the back, but I was too shy to introduce myself and wound up playing pool semi-recklessly for two hours overhearing their conversation. It seemed like an older poly group than I'm used to with discussions about family and "grown-up stuff." As a poly and member of the MIT Assasin's Guild, it felt like a quote from "Grosse Pointe Blank":
They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they've all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?"