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A Classic San Francisco Christmas

A Classic San Francisco Christmas…

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An old Recipe For A Classic San Francisco Christmas

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The Christmas tree from the Guardsman’s lot

Revered ornaments from Gump’s, the Emporium, and I Magnin

A two-pound box of See’s chocolate on the table

Florals from Bloomer’s on Sacramento Street in the dining room

A silver tray filled with appetizers from Bryan’s

A display of sweets from Tartine and Miette

Candy canes from The Candy Store

The Liquor Cart filled with libations from the Jug Shop

Last minute necessities from the Five and Dime in Laurel Village

Yule log blazing and Christmas Carols on YouTube since the stereo the died

“Sing you a Merry Christmas” or The Snowflake Tea at Grace Cathedral

Christmas Eve Midnight mass at St. Ignatius

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“The extreme geniality of San Francisco’s economic, intellectual and political climate makes it the most varied and challenging city in the United States.” —

James Michener

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“The changing light / at…

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Page Larkin Letters: women ranting about rats?

Dating Nightmares? Read this:

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Chicks7 Next! Three stories of dead end dates

 Dear Page Larkin,

My second date with Hank was a hike on Mt. Tam and dinner at his home. The hike went on for miles -mostly uphill – and I felt a sore throat and a cold coming on. He went to a lot of trouble to fix a nice meal: meat, potatoes, salad and ice cream. I’m a vegetarian (yes, mentioned this in passing) and a non-dairy kind of a girl. After dinner he wanted to dance and sit by the fireplace-my eyes were watering and my throat was on fire. I thanked him profusely went home –  I was really sick for two days.

I got a freezing cold e-mail from him saying that he was seeing someone else given my lack of sexual energy towards him. What say you?

Cold shoulder in Corte Madera

Dear Cold shoulder,

I would say, “Next!” You dodged…

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The shocking truth about women’s book clubs

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Book Clubs? You think we talk about irony and plot?

Legions of women across America gather monthly, supposedly to discuss the finer points of irony, character development, and plot vs. protagonist. Fortified by gallons of Green tea and petite cookies, they tackle the Classics, bestsellers and the New York Times Review of Books. From the outside, it appears to be an intellectual diversion.

However, here is a dirty little secret: many book clubs are really a covert way to analyze, dissect, and discuss men. Very few clubs will admit to this nefarious charge. Many groups, thinly veiled as passionate about reading, are really all about an underlying desire to talk about men, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, dating, sex, and books on the same subject.

Revelations – Not Just a Book in the Bible

A well-known book group in the Marina district, formed 15 years ago, were devotees of Balzac, Joyce…

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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“The family… a strange little band of characters trudging through life… inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.”

Erma Bombeck

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“Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes.

Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.”  EB

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“Somewhere it is written that parents who are critical of other people’s children and publicly admit they can do better are asking for it. ” EB

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“Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received.

Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling.

Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.”  

Henry Van Dyke

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Oh la la – Williams Sonoma – the sexy store!

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Walk right past Victoria’s Secret, Cartier, Tiffany’s and Prada. And don’t give Kate Spade a second look.

The sexiest store of the season is, without a doubt, Williams- Sonoma. The holiday season is upon us;

temperatures are dropping we are ‘staying in’ and doing snug and cozy November nesting.  Everyone needs a little spice in their life, and, honey,  this is the best place to indulge your appetite.

Enter the sybaritic splendor of Williams-Sonoma and be prepared to be both galvanized and seduced by the scrumptious displays.

Even the air is infused with the aromas of cinnamon, and nutmeg and cloves. Stunning, yummy,  displays of pumpkin bread, ginger cookies, persimmon cakes…

Maine Maple Syrup and yummy aebleskiver mixes, eye-catching cookbooks and gleaming copper pans tower on display tables.photo_3906_20071026-2

Williams Sonoma knows about perfect placement of product. They go for seductive and satisfying, always a winning combination.

Just try to walk out…

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How to avoid San Francisco, Thanksgiving and traffic snarls



Thanksgiving  

and “What will the neighbors say?”

The Bridge and Tunnelers flooded into San Francisco by land and by sea. They came from the burbs to the City for shopping, dining, theater, and more shopping.

Every parking lot in Union Square was bulging at the scene. For days, gaggles of tourists crossed on the “Don’t Walk” and bumped into one another and nary a single, “Pardon me,” or “Excuse me,” was heard.

Legendary hot spots were full. Friday afternoon, many of the hotel bars were standing room only. The lobby scene at the Hilton, the Hyatt’s, Hotel Nikko, the Drake and Marriott was chaotic.

The Clift Hotel, once famously elegant and refined, is now a twenty something hangout. Girls showed up in the mini-est of skirts with arm-fulls of clanging bracelets and snakes of tangled necklaces from H&M. Hoodies and boots are de rigueur. The Redwood Room– once a haven for socialites, debutantes, power lunches and real Mad Men is a whisper of it’s former self.

Everyone must get boots!

Epidemic proportions of boots were walking on Geary and Market Streets. Evidently, black boots are best – and the higher the better, but Uggs work. Uggs have moved into the Big-Bling-Sequin category. Dare you to walk into any shoe store and not stumble upon dozens of black boots on display. Next look around: what percentage of shoppers are wearing or buying black boots?

Ironic – not iconic

Guys were in faux- ironic T-shirts, tight pants, their dad’s Wing-tips. (Hush Puppies have come and gone, again) Tight fitting cowboy shirts are back. (see JCPenney’s $12 on Cyber Monday and also see sheplers.com.) Black jeans are a uniform.

Black pants: a man walks into a bar

Every woman in line to buy a cup of coffee is wearing black pants – whether they are yoga pants, (Lululemon are banned by women of all thigh size)   leggings, Jeggings, crops, or running pants. Is there another color in your palette?

Welcome Neighbor?

Our neighbors, the Bridge and Tunnelers from a world away- the suburbs – come and heartily boost our economy.

They see, they shop, dine around  and return home to their predictable, safe, much quieter neighborhoods. Thanks, for coming by.

 

 

From “Date Night Bridge and Tunnelers”

Home again, home again:

The Bridge and Tunnelers are torn. Can they admit a trip to San Francisco was tedious, depressing and exorbitant? They found the restaurants too rich for their blood. The streets were dirty and a small army of homeless was sleeping in doorways. Parking was a nightmare and getting out of the jam-packed garage felt like Sisyphus – going nowhere fast.

As they pulled into their own garages, the Over the Bridge through the Tunnelers are relieved and relaxed to be home and they wonder: what ever to happened to San Francisco?

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Ouch! Welcome to Japantown:


Ouch! Newly minted Police officers are parked on (westbound) Geary Boulevard at Laguna Street – ready to pounce! Captain KK Sullivan sends all the “New Cops on the Block” to practice Ticket Writing as approximately 23 people – per shift- miss the “No Left Turn on Red” Sign posted way up high…the Sign is located two-stories above the street.  

What are the City of San Francisco Rules and Reg are: Signage and Sightlines?

 

 

 

Happy Birthday: The Wild Bunch turns 50: Celebrate or celibate?

A coterie of friends from college – they are eight women who met when they were girls

and gracefully blossomed into women partied hearty this weekend.

They were turning 50 and wanted to kick up their heels. The self-appointed scribe of the group,   Mitzi, sent in a recap of the ladies weekend. Through the decades, the friends have been through the highest highs and the lowest lows. Mitzi indicated, at times, life was like heaven (weddings, babies, careers, white picket fences, celebrations) and hell, (teenagers, parents dying, and making ex-husbands).

The Wild Bunch gather annually to celebrate life and take a pulse on each other’s recent developments.

Updated Statistics: Some Suddenly Single?

As fate would have it, six of the women are single and blithely swimming in the dating pool. After their celebration with Champagne and exquisite pink cupcakes, punctuated with storytelling and paroxysms of laughter, the women compiled their own top ten list entitled:

“Our Top Ten ‘Life is Short and I Won’t:

1. I won’t eat at a place with the words “Squat” and “Gobble” in the name.

2. I won’t respond to a man who sends me a photo of him enshrouded in a hat and sunglasses.

3. I won’t be impressed with anyone who sends a canned greeting (Hello Angel, does God know you left heaven?) <wink> <wink>

4. I won’t meet anyone for a date in a parking lot, a bowling alley, or the Indy 500.

5. I won’t kiss and tell, but I might kiss again. And, again.

6. I won’t hesitate to delete grumps, grouches, boors, less than honest people from my life.

7. I won’t waste time with people who see the glass as chipped, broken or empty.

8. I won’t miss the opportunity for a hug or a kiss. Holding hands is a priority. To mis-quote Ogden Nash,  “Candy is dandy – liquor is quicker and supine is divine.”

9. I won’t wear Crocs, Uggs, Sweats, backpacks, Lanz nighties, shoulder pads, granny glasses or acid wash jeans,

10. I won’t let anyone rain on my parade. Life is a cabaret. I will sing and dance like my hair is on fire.

The remarkable “The Wild Bunch” default to laughing, sharing, and supporting one another – 30 years ago they were new at the dating game- and here they go again – back in the dating saddle again.

Wishing them luck, hugs and kisses.


Brave enough? Meeting the Fokkers on Thanksgiving?

Don’t be a turkey…

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 Turkey:  Rhymes with Dysfunction

Do you dare bring a date home for Thanksgiving – to meet the family?

Imagine the smell of the turkeyroasting in the oven and the sight of luscious pumpkin pies and plump mincemeat pies sitting on the buffet. Cubes of yellow butter melting on mounds of steaming mashed potatoes. The dining room aglow with orange votive candles and a massive centerpiece of fall colored chrysanthemums gracing the table.

Dishes piled with green beans and sweet carrot soufflé, bowls of ruby red cranberries, and pomegranates and tangerines all crowded on the kitchen counter. A veritable food festival with friends and family –and, some ‘Strangers in the night.

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Monica in Sacramento writes last year she was graced with, “A cast of cousins straight out of Central Casting, Seven Dwarves style: Grumpy, Dopey, Snarky, Chatty, Smokey, Sneezey, and Boozy.”

George in San Jose  revealed he…

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Deja Vu all over again – dating the one who got away

IF at first you do not succeed…Date Date Date again.

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ties-756226__180The Déjà vu Date, also referred to as a the “Re Date” is a dating phenomenon widely embraced by singles today.

Dusting off your little black book and reconnecting with people you’ve dated in the past, is now deemed both smart and comfortable, as well as a ‘no-brainer’ and for a ‘Second chance at love.’

Webster might define a Deja vu date as an active verb with legs: “An engagement to go out socially, again, with a person from your past, as in: someone you dated – previously. Second chance.”

One Date Wonders

Everyone knows there are myriad reasons dating couples break up, split up, detach and disappear. It smacks of Goldilocks: too hard, too soft, too weird or just too the-timing-was-not-right.

There are a million stories in the dated city.
The concept of a Re Date introduces the benefit of already knowing a person and realizing, perhaps you were…

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Men at 50 – confused and crazed by women at 50?

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Inquiring Men Want to Know
: This week brings questions from men about serial dating, flirting and frustration. I endeavor to answer the questions as best as I can. Send your questions, queries, and quibbles to page.larkin@gmail.com

 

Dear Page

My friends say I’m like the guy in the movie Network who screams “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!” I’m really frustrated. I have been on three different dating sites in three years. No luck. I keep meeting women who send old photos, who lie about their age and smoking and who don’t seem to have an Emotional IQ   Is it me?

Just like Peter Finch

Dear Just Like Peter Finch,

While nobody said it was going to be easy, online dating should be fun, at best. Sorry to hear about your tribulations. Don’t give up.  Be more direct in your profile stating an interest in self-awareness, altruism, personal motivation, and the ability to love. Try again.

Peace, Page

Dear Page Larkin,

I’m 63, retired, divorced, healthy and look and feel the best ever. My new girlfriend is 55 and  hot. There is one drawback: she’s what you call a serial dater. She’s a gal with the ‘kennel of doggie bags’ in the refrigerator. She goes out almost every night- not with me. She is only free on Wednesday nights. Am I wasting my time?

Berkeley Bob

Dear Berkeley Bob,

If you are “girlfriend” is dating three other men each week, sit down; she’s just not that into you. She is obviously playing the field and, Bob, you’re not on her roster. It’s time to move on, and try greener pastures-you deserve better.

Peace, Page

Hey, Larkin,

I read your piece about ‘Men are like Champagne.’ Well, my experience says women are like eels. You can’t get a handle on them and they get away.

Morgan Hill Mike

Hey, Morgan,

Good point. There are 1 million stories ‘in The Dated City’ and just as many metaphors. Following the whole fishing metaphor: I’d say the more lines you put in the water, the better your luck. See: Dating 101: Catch and Release. Have fun out there. Remember, online dating is a number’s game – and you have to get in the game to win.

Peace, Page

San Francisco Dating@50 Examiner, Page Larkin, welcomes your feedback, questions and queries at page.larkin@gmail.com.

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