Sleeping far from the maddening crowd?

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In the sleep hygiene class, Marta-  who bragged about being awake every night for months shared that she and her husband had gone to Lake Tahoe for a week and that she slept like a baby.  The teacher commented that often times the change of environment is conducive to sleep. The class was abuzz ( read: mildly hysterical)  with numerous ideas about going away for a good nights sleep.

That weekend, Patsy the insomniac stockbroker from San Francisco, checked into the beautiful Anza Hotel in downtown San Jose. She arrived with her meditation tapes, iPod, sleeping pills, eye mask, Sleepy-bye Tea and lavender spray. She said the linens on the king- size bed were pure luxury; the air conditioner hummed quietly, an ambient noise and she slept from 11 PM to 7 AM without a hitch. She woke up refreshed and happy and couldn’t wait to do that again! A perfect night sleep had alluded her for years. 

Patsy’s soon-to-be fiancé, George, lived in a beautiful condo in San Francisco on Nob Hill. Each evening he strapped on his elephantine CPAP machine and slept like a baby. The cacophony of street noises on Nob Hill kept Patsy awake – so, she rarely spent the night there. George got a little grumpy and threw small tantrum about where they were going to sleep each weekend. She has been so sleep deprived for so many years – her passion for sleep almost outweighed her interest in George. True.  It had come to that.

The tantrum gave her a new perspective on old George; and the sublime good night’s sleep give her a new goal – to re-create the hotel suite – down to the most infinite detail. Sweet dreams.

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via Daily Prompt: Tantrum

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April Fools? Color me confused

What’s all the hoopla?

There is a movement afoot to dismiss the tricks and treats of this famous day, April First – aka April Fools Day. Say it isn’t so!

In San Francisco, people wait all year long to “dress up and kick up” their heels and laugh with /and at their compatriots… and parade downtown for the fun and famous  St Stupid’s Day Parade.

 

 

Colorful

Green when it comes to dating?

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Henry and Jeff are twins, 52, single again and looking for new wives.  One brother is divorced and the other is a widow of long standing. The brothers run the family ranch near Gilroy and recently sold hundred-plus acres to a Google majordomo. They made a ton of money- and are beginning to downsize and re-think Life 101.

To say they’re laughing all the way to the bank only begins to describe their glee.   On a whim, Jeff decided to get a grip on Dating 2018. He had heard about a famous blonde San Francisco matchmaker. She and her mother advertise their services in slick, glitzy magazines. His curiousity was piqued. Jeff may be in ranching – he is no hayseed. A Stanford grad – Henry attended college 20 miles away at Santa Clara University – both men are savvy and a little shy in the female department.

The twins share a wonderful childhood friend, MarieK. She quickly voted down the Tres cher City Slicker Matchmakers and nominated herself the conduit for dating and meeting new single women. The men were curious about Tinder and MarieK. quickly steered them away – and urged them to take it slow and easy. In one day, she had both men signed up for Match.com.

She took the photos, wrote the profiles and helped with the byzantine questions. In no time, women from all over the Unites States reached out to the men. They were aghast and  tickled by the landslide of attention. To say it was a feeding frenzy is no lie.

Their dating guru advised them to delete all women from Alabama, Arkansas and Alaska. Nigeria, too. Frankly, she said out-of-state dates are too much trouble and rarely develop. So, the men are sifting through winks, notes, IM’s and getting a grasp.

Next week: An Update on the Dating Twins.

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He was hiding behind photos of his dog?

We were both amused by the guy on Eharmony who posted photos of his dog. Many photos of his pet – none of himself.

Lynne invited me over ot look at her recent “Interested” guys online. She is visiting her parents in Saratoga and needed a break.

She says she had been exchanging emails with a guy who claims to be close to the Oval Office and insisted he must  be discreet. He signed his first note “Hogan,”

which seemed odd. Hogans Heroes?  His notes to Lynne ( no phone calls, no text messages, yet) were upbeat and newsy. He dropped little Washington gossip quips.

Lynne works for a huge law firm in our Nation’s Capital – and never reveals that information until she knows a person for awhile.  For all Hogan knew, she was a writer. However, he dropped /bragged several clues regarding himself: love of Ole Miss and of beautiful Arkansas were folded into an email Week Number Two.

Google the guy – oh, my!

As clever as Hogan tried to be…the gift size clues he dropped allowed Lynne to “Out” him lickety split. She had her pals back in DC scope him out and she Googled the ever-livin’ life out of his “clues.”

He worked on two failed campigns and was not employed at the time. He had been “let go” a lot of people.

Lynne slipped away;  quickly blocked his emails and went about her merry dating life.

What were they thinking?

Are you playing Old Maid? No Way

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Once upon a time, along time ago, Single women were called spinsters.

As a child, I remember there were church ladies: widows, old maids, spinsters-wearing gloves, hats and sensible shoes, with dark wool coats and purses on their arms.

They seemed quiet, demure and quaint-very Eleanor Rigby- holed up in apartments. It seemed there was a small, army of quiet women.

Who’s to say there weren’t weekly parties with pitchers of martini’s, embroidered cocktail napkins, Wedgewood plates piled high with Pigs in a Blanket, silver bowls with warm, salted almonds, Velveeta squares on a Ritz crackers and the stereo playing Rachmaninov and Sinatra?

Flash forward, and, today, Single women come in many shapes, sizes and status. Some of us are Single-on-purpose, divorced, widowed, not interested, Gay, happy alone, still looking.

We are a sisterhood.

Fact: Women can lapse into a serious conversation with another woman in the time it takes to cross a boulevard. A simple, “I like you shoes,” has opened multiple, brief, heart-to-hearts.

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Yesterday, well over 2 million women (allies, kindred spirits, mates, new friends) gathered in 300 cities together– all over America – with their hearts in the same place. There was an invisible blanket of love and righteous indignation hovering over all.

Girls don’t like bullies. We don’t like mean, lying, cheating, tyrants or intimidators. We loathe sadistic, brutish and diabolical people. We are beyond incensed when our elected leaders sink to the depths of dishonesty and deceit.

Women are daughters, sisters, cousins, aunts, mothers and grandmothers…we may be kind and benevolent- however, we are not taking it any more.

We are not.

We Shall Persist. We Shall Resist.

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Feeling like Cinderella?

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Once upon a time…not that long ago, this happened:

On Monday mornings Do you Suffer from from Post Weekend Melancholia?

Listen to this Cinderella story for hope and optimism

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When Cinderella returned home after the ball – her spirits plummeted from levels of unbridled bliss and joy, she lapsed back to the mundane of hearth and home. 

All she had were vibrant, ephemeral, memories of the time very well spent and one cold, glass slipper.

She’d been in the arms of the True Prince and had been treated like a princess. She reveled in an melange of massages, manicures, merriment and fabulous gourmet meals. She sighed, again. She found herself sighing a lot more with this Prince.

Wistfully, she reminisced how the two playfully merged their imaginations and talents in creating romantic interludes. The charming Prince was gallant sweet and kind. And, seductive. She responded politely with oceans of affection. 

In all the land, no other could rival the good Prince’s kisses. He had developed a unique use of elevators for quick  passionate interludes.

Of course, his castle was the only building for dozens of miles with an elevator.

A brilliant businessman, he had a corner on the kingdom real estate market – and marketing was the skill set he embraced… that and Cinderella-  he embraced her often, too

And, so it begins… they were about to to live happily ever after.

The beginning.

 

 

 

Brilliant

How to win him over – in one meal

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Krissey believes in breakfast. She calls it the most seductive meal of the day. 

She heartily believes the way to man’s heart is through good wine, great food, and song and and not only can she both cook and sing (not concurrently -unless requested) she also has a wine cellar of some renown.  Breakfast  – the best meal of the day- is her strong suit.

She and Stanley had been dating for two years and she thought she had an almost-on- the-brink of a marriage proposal. They had spent a romantic weekend at Pebble Beach- enjoyed golf, wine-tasting, long walks on the beach, and something she calls a smoochathon. He showered her with compliments and agreed it was the most romantic weekend ever.

Krissey invited Stanley over for a special breakfast the next day. Over tall glasses of Champagne, Eggs Benedict and 24-hour prepped bacon, Stanley continued his romantic quips and kisses. He admitted to be seduced-by her cooking- everything she prepared was exquisite.

Krissey is too much of a lady to provide many details, however, she brags that after her piece d’ resistance breakfast, Stanley proposed and suggested a trip downtown to the jeweler. And so it begins.

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