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Ask me if I’m single and I will give you this reply; “Perpetually” … it’s my way of making light of a slightly resented situation. Plain and simple – I have really bad luck in the dating department.
It’s not that I’m not asked on dates, or that men don’t seem attracted to me, because I am, and they do. What it is about is the being blown off, being stood up, or being pursued by slightly creepy older men who listen to Kenny G and give me that “come hither” look as they nurse their Corona while I’m politely trying to finish up their loan signing. Or even worse take me to their ex-sister-in-laws wedding and introduce me to their pre-teen girls who then loudly hiss to their dad, “Is she one of those internet girls?”
A while back in a period of about 3 months I was told by several different men that I am “scary”. One big burly guy said he’d be afraid to ask me out on a date. Another muscle laden guy said he’d had a crush on me since high school, but I intimidate him, and still do. What? Me? Little ol’ me? I’m not going to kick you in the balls or eat you! So I came to the conclusion that someone must have tattooed “Back Off” across my forehead in an ink only visible to men.
This led me to my quest, asking close male friends what my issue might be. One gave me a wretched answer … he told me I’m not girly enough. That I always take charge and have to do things myself. He even insinuated that maybe I should have been a guy with the amount of testosterone that must run through my veins. I retorted that of course I have to take charge, I’m a single mom and if I didn’t do things myself nothing would get done! Then I shoved my wrist in his face and told him to take a good whiff – hello, I was wearing girly perfume! And … and … I had a full face of make up on! Oh, and I call him up and ask him to come over and take my trash out for me, cause it’s icky! Isn’t that girly enough?!
Recently I went down to Santa Monica for some sunshine and a visit to an old friend of mine. Catching up he asked if I’d found anyone worth dating, and if I thought I’d ever find anyone worth dating in this town. I told him that I don’t shoot the idea down, but I’ve given up trying because trying just leads to frustration. I’m going to sit back and let the guys contact me. I put out an olive branch, but that’s it – I’m not going to chase them down anymore. I’m a bit old fashioned and think the man should call the girl anyway. Once they’ve called me a couple times I’ll reciprocate. In the beginning I’m afraid to call because I don’t think they’re into me, especially if the one time they do actually call and come over I tell them how nice it was for them to call and that we should hang out again sometime. That is my way of saying “Call me again, I really enjoyed your company, I’m interested in getting to know you better”. Generally what happens is they seem interested, but not actively interested. It becomes a merry-go-round of, “Hey! How are you?” “We should hang out soon!” Then I don’t hear from them or see them for another month or two.
The conversation continued as I asked him what I might be doing wrong. Why am I “scary”? As we drove west on the 10 he glanced over at me then turned forward again and began, “Kindra, I don’t think there is anything wrong with you, and I don’t think you are doing anything wrong. You are doing your job of raising your wonderful daughter. You have your businesses, and your day job – you also own your own home. Maybe those things intimidate them … but to the right guy, none of those things will matter.”
His words were like a big warm fuzzy blanket just out of the dryer.
“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think that the sun shines out your ass.
That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.”
-Mac MacGuff “Juno”
I recommend Juno. This is a comical coming of age film written by the talented Diablo Cody. I had the pleasure of viewing this film Sunday evening and don't know how I'll manage to wait for the DVD to come out so I can purchase it and watch it anytime I need some quick whit and intelligent humor. Starring Ellen Page, Michael Cera, Jennifer Garner, Jason Bateman, Allison Janney, and J.K. Simmons ... "A comedy about growing up... and the bumps along the way. Faced with an unplanned pregnancy, an offbeat young woman makes an unusual decision regarding her unborn child" One of my favorite banters in the film: "So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?" "I don't know. It's not ... seasoned yet. Wait. Huh. Yeah, there's that pink plus sign again. God, it's unholy." - Juno shakes the stick like it will change the results. "That ain't no Etch-a-Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet" Oh, and a shout out to the soundtrack!
It's that time of the year again - and this year Miss Thang has a personal goal of selling 500 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Eek! So far she is 24 boxes closer to her goal, and the current top seller is Samoas, of course. The new cookies introduced are actually pretty good - the sugar free cookie this year is a chocolate chip cookie that taste like a toll house cookie, and then there is a lemon creme type cookie that is really tangy and full of lemony goodness. Alas, Cafe cookies are gone! I'm so bummed! They were new last year, I only ordered a few boxes. They were so good with coffee, I was looking forward to stocking up this year. Wah! Oh well, lots of others to try :) Let me introduce you to the newest member of our family! A neighbor found her in a box near the liquor store and knowing my love of Igby brought this little girl to me. How could I pass up that face up? Now, I really don't need a 2nd dog in the house, so I put a pretty little pink dress on her, bathed her in a fruity bath, and introduced her to my dad. He's now sponsoring her while I train her, then she will move in with him, but this way she'll stay in the family! With all the New Years Eve good luck traditions I could have been wearing red, consuming black-eyed peas and cabbage, and hunting down a tall dark-haired man to be my first gentleman caller of the year.
Instead I was crashing a house party in San Francisco mingling with people from all over the world. The day began mellow, my friends and I drove leisurely into the City after having spent the day before bouncing from vineyard to vineyard tasting local reds, whites, and sparkling wine.
 Once back to the city, Pumpkin and I caught a ferry to Alcatraz, spent a few hours exploring,
 then back to the City to enjoy bread bowls of soup at Boudins and a saunter through Ripley’s Believe It or Not!
Did you now that Robert Ripley
 was born in my hometown of Santa Rosa? I’ve never been able to pin down a personal hero until I watched the old footage of him skipping across some ancient monument being the first westerner to visit it. That man was awesome, and if I only had the resources to explore and find the strange, new, and exciting too!
A quick cab ride back to my friend’s apartment, then an executive decision to quit trying to call a cab and ride the bus to the party in the lower Haight that had been posted on a Couchsurfing.com SF bulletin. Lady luck was on our side, just a few steps from the building we were able to hail a cab!
When we arrived at what we thought was our location the 4 of us stared at the door not sure if we were in the right place, until we heard the laughter above and one of the Kari’s was brave enough to just shove on in. We clamored up a narrow flight of stairs into a small typical 3 bedroom San Francisco apartment. I don’t think we ever figured out who actually lived there, but the other Kerri seemed to know enough people anyway! (She’s a nomadic ambassador for Couchsurfing.com)
After an hour or so of mingling in the narrow hallway, tiny deck, and shoulder to shoulder packed living room and kitchen, it was time for the countdown! Without synchronized watches, or the TV on, no one was exactly sure when the New Year rang in, but there were about 7 or 8 enthusiastic countdowns in a row!
 Several hours, several flirtatious men
    , and a very messy house later it was time to go home … the Kerri’s and I went to get our belongings and passed Pumpkin who was getting his New Year freak on with a pixie brunette in the hallway.
 Poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights when we were like, “Time to go, you coming?” The girl tagged after him and was obviously trying to get him to invite her along or go somewhere with her, but he blew her off! Poor girl ended up saying, “Well, I guess I’m going to walk alone to my hotel now”, and stomped off down the street. The Kerri’s and I were like, “Hello! We hope you at least got her number, but she was totally trying to hook up with you some more”.
Having no clue what bus ran late enough to catch back to the apartment we were lucky enough to be offered a ride. Packed in like sardines I directed the “locals” to the fasted route back (I have a mapquest in my mind).
 Once back at the apartment I happily curled up and let the Sandman take me in.
My Sagittarian dumb luck was on my side because now that I think about it I did wear a red scarf and had red stripes on my undies … as for the peas and cabbage – I was on a road trip and don’t think my car companion, who happens to be tall and dark-haired, would have been happy with the results.
For some this is a very good thing, Bank of America offers good loans with low fees because it is all done "in house". Who is this bad for? Those with lower credit scores for one, but that doesn't hurt me. What makes this transaction bad for me is the business I am going to loose as a mobile notary. Most of the loan signings I am contracted out to supervise and notarize are Countrywide loans. I depend upon these jobs to put food on the table and buy those little "extras" Miss Thang would like. Some months are good, money is left in the bank at the end of the month to roll over until the next, other months I'm shopping out of my mom's pantry and having to explain to a 9 year old that Doritos and her favorite Bolthouse Farm Apple Carrot juice are luxuries, lol! So cross your fingers for me folks! I'm a 5 star rated notary with the signing companies I am contracted by, so if you know any local title or lending companies that need a mobile notary, recommend me please :) Oh, and don't forget, if you need a notary I can come to you, or you can come to me ... mention Bakotopia and receive $2 off each notarization! Only $5 per notarization for students and seniors! I also can provide generic legal forms and typing services. |
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