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Flirting & Master Dater ShenANNAgins

How To Meet Single Men In Vancouver.. Or Not. A girl friend and I are strolling by a hole-in-the-brick-wall mysterious venue in Gastown when a tall, not unhandsome guy in retro military gear asks us, "Are you into fetish parties?" An army green 1940s BMW cafe racer with matching camo sidecar is parked beside this scene with an antique ambulance behind it. A blockbuster-movie-sized photo light is aimed at the MASH ensemble. (I find out later Camo Guy owns the props in this mini movie set.) I scan the crowd loitering in the drizzling mist outside of the nameless lounge and see similarly attired patrons, several in skin-exposing camo, military boots and brush cuts. The men are just as interesting....

The Turkish (d)Rug Dealer.

Boracay Beach, Philippines Blog Seven. I'm walking along the Strip one day, and a man just sort of appears beside me. It happens so naturally that I'm not caught off-guard, and the next thing you know we've walked several beach blocks together. He tells me he's a rug dealer but, with his accent, it sounds like drug dealer. (Later, when I get to know him more, I'm not sure I actually heard him wrong.) He's touchy feely and has rug- (thug-?) beating meaty hands that constantly graze my shoulder, hip, and hair, and make me adjust my I(heart)BoracayPhilipinnes satchel to a more secure placement. But he laughs a lot and is charming. And alarming. I followed you, he...

Today I’m Kind of Sad. And Fat.

The highlight of my week is the Wednesday Santa Monica Farmers’ Market. It’s really the only place my budget allows me to buy unabashedly; after all, I need to eat, right? Numerous vendors sell everything from chocolate mint to persimmons and to fresh-baked artisan breads, from all manner of cattle (beef, bison, pork) to the most colourful array of produce; my favourite is the green, yellow, red, purple and almost black heirloom tomatoes—oh, my Golly, they’re like candy! I’ve taken to blending my breakfast. Mermaid, my housemate, has a Blendtec, which is a professional grade food pulverizer. Some argue that the Vitamix is the best. I’ve used both and prefer the former, though our friend, Tango (he dances), swears by...

The Abbott Kinney Disconnect—A Misfit’s Musings

Location: Venice Beach, CA. I’m in Venice Beach, California, land of hippies, hipsters, homeless, surfers, artists, con-artists, lame-ass, lonely, eco-friendly, eclectic, misguided, uber urban misfits and more singles than you can shake a handmade-hemp-stick at. It’s a melting pot of pop-culture and quirky characters, fame-seekers and soul-searchers, vendors selling all manner of wares and tourists flowing in a never-ending wave. I ride my bike on the Venice Boardwalk observing from a safe, speedy distance the disconnectedness of it all. I feel alone but not lonely. There’s an understanding—if not connection—in our unspoken and unconsciously acknowledged disconnect. The place I’m staying is 2 blocks away from the famous Abbott Kinney Boulevard, a 1-mile enviro-ethical guilt-free shopping-spree zone. Over...

“We will all look at her differently now. Poor Girl.”

Remember the saying about how what you say Says More About You than who you’re talking about (behind her back, no less)? The title of this blog is a direct quote of one of the (very few) judgemental, critical, superior-attitude, I-think-I’m-better-than-you, probably-bible-thumping, stick-inserted-in-uber-tight-ass email replies that was just forwarded to me by a colleague after I accidentally sent my personal blog (err, this one) out to all of my real estate team blog subscribers this morning (whoops, techie forgot to switch the link when he moved my personal site). Fortunately, this was the only Nasty Nellie email I received (and am aware of), though there were a few who respectfully asked to be removed from said blog subscription...

A Gamut of Guys—Gama Rays of Rejection OR Why Rejection is Good for You (Me)!

July. I met a great guy recently in my Small Town, who I hung out with for awhile, enjoyed the company of, laughed endlessly with, went on hikes with (well, one hike), had coffee with (thrice), and looked at real estate with (I’m no longer a licenced salesperson, therefore, don’t have a lockbox key, therefore, they are drive by sightings—not B&Es). He is a man who has his shit together and is intelligent and interesting and—yes, I’ll admit—has lovely, soulful eyes and who, after a weekend jaunt out of town (him not me), never contacts me again! WTH? Perhaps he found some fine filly more his wave. To be sure, I know he isn’t for me...

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