“The vote is the emblem of your equality, women of America, the guarantee of your liberty. That vote of yours has cost millions of dollars and the lives of thousands of women.
Money to carry on this work has been given usually as a sacrifice, and thousands of women have gone without things they wanted and could have had in order that they might help get the vote for you.
Women have suffered agony of soul which you can never comprehend, that you and your daughters might inherit political freedom. T hat vote has been costly. Prize it!
The vote is a power, a weapon of offense and defense, a prayer. Understand what it means and what it can do for your country. Use it intelligently, conscientiously, prayerfully.”
One Man- One City- One Story
He shopped at Brooks Brothers, never at Wilkes Bashford.
At one time, he was a Trader Vic’s, Ernie’s, Doro’s kind of a guy. Vanessis was his go-to place for a bowl of minestrone at the counter. Tadich’s at the counter was preferable to Sam’s.
His kids went to Burke’s and Cathedral.
His wife had a 10:30 am, standing hair appointment, Fridays with Mr. Lee.
He ran with the big dogs (F Lee Bailey, Alioto, and a cadre of men from the PU Club.) He preferred the company of his dominoes and golf buddies from the downtown Olympic Club.
His best buddy, John the restaurateur, played tennis with Herb Caen twice a week for two years and Caen never mentioned the place. Old Mr. San Francisco could be a real prick.
The Bank America building event was his biggest case. The trial took two years and he won…
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Binkie, You’re not alone. There are 20+ million singles back in the Dating Game. Like you, many singles are bored playing Solitaire and are ready to play a rousing game of Hearts. It is time: get out of the house and join a walking, hiking, biking, rowing, kayaking, birding, debate, tennis, ping-pong, or spelunking club. See Meetup.com for hundreds of organizations in your zip code.
1. Adopt and embrace the C’est la vie Attitude. You know, life is short and why waste time? Refrain from perching over a phone waiting for it to ring or checking text/emails 10 times a day. Your mother was right: “Go outside and play.” It’s up to you – perform the ‘due diligence’ and find out where the action is (See: Top Ten Places to Meet Men and Women in Marin and SF)
2.Be Brave. So you are ready to start dating again? Want to get back in the saddle? There will always be a Greek chorus of friends and family urging you to get back on the horse. If you have images of a sweet pony- ride dancing in your head, be prepared. The recent foray in dating is more like the electronic bull you remember from that John Travolta movie, Urban Cowboy. Best advice: “Better buckle up. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” Get in the game and enjoy the new adventures in the unique and novel: Suddenly Single Date World
3.Volunteer- Check out sporting events, wines tastings, the Presidio, Litquake or theMill Valley Film Festival Festival- all are worthwhile and fun. See San Francisco’s two very popular organizations- St Anthony’ and Onebrick opportunities. Check Craigslist for volunteer listings – do a good deed and meet new people. Volunteers are love in motion…
4. Your Mother was wrong: Do talk to strangers. Everyday. It’s okay, and heartily recommended that you look them in the eye, smile and say “hi” to five strangers – every single day.” Have fun in the New Year. Start now.
5. Just the Facts: Think about it, you are more interesting, smarter, sexier and have way better life’s stories.
And, you don’t have to ask your mom to borrow the car.
Come on in, the water is delicious.
John J. in Los Gatos is friendly, fun and flirty. Note: Women love this. This is a “formula note” he sends out after a women has looked at his dating profile:
Hello, Thank you for perusing my profile. I like YOURS too. I was also lousy in Chemistry until entering the dating world. I notice you seek someone less than 47 miles away…Too bad I live 48 miles away (LOL kidding, it’s actually twice that distance;-). Three years ago I, too, lived in SF – had a wonderful apartment on Chestnut & Van Ness. I wish we had met on-line then! I used to run in Golden Gate Park (until knee surgery ended my running career and started my cool new biking habit;-) Thanks, again for the look! Best of luck in finding that very lucky local SF Dude. Ciao Bella, John J in Los Gatos
Mikey 68 (“a jock with bad knees but a good heart”) was a PE Major, not a creative writer, who hired a professional writer to enhance his online dating profile. They talked – she took notes, and two days later, she came back with Michael 101.
He went from a bumbling Jimmy Kimmel to smooth Jimmy Stewart. He debated about keeping his long past profession (Veterinarian) out of the picture – she insisted he blatantly brag about being a Doctor. She said single women are on the look out for professionals. She also encouraged him to insert a passion for reading all things Jane Austen. She sent him links to Jane Austen for Dummies and The Cliff Notes. She also changed his online name to ‘Mr Darcy.” His opening line is, Call me Tall dark and handsome and I will follow you any where. Mr Darcy. His “ratings” went up. Way Up.
Tons of email every week: Michael/Mr Darcy gets a ton of winks, emails, and canned greetings from women all over the country. Whether it is his picture, his winning personality/profession as a DR, Or his ghost-writer’s finesse in creating a faux Prince. He is only slightly embarrassed when women discover he has none of Mr Darcy’s attributes. Glib, he says Austen is ‘fiction.’ Truth or Dare? He is convinced he will meet a sweetheart. Call me Timbo (62, hunter, NRA devotee, catches fish with his hands)
He lives in an “A-state.” He is looking for one woman with whom to spend the rest of his life. The other three did not work out. Clever man, got ahold of an NRA Club roster. Timbo had 200 post cards made with his picture on them. He and his son addressed and stamped all the cards with the message: “Wanted: My Last Date. Must be single and like dogs.” He got a few nibbles…nothing panned out. Next, with the help of the librarian, he joined Match.com and wrote: “Sugar Daddy seeks Hot Mama” much to the chagrin of Marian librarian.
He was swamped with responses. At first, he was excited by all the attention. Then all the coffee shop dates, phone calls and driving “all over hell and high-water” to meet all the s0-called “hot mamas”was exhausting.
Our guy, Roger- after a plethora of dead end dates -finally met a good match. He and Sally (58, single, smart, successful, fun, available) clicked, matched, and had chemistry. They got tested for STDs and made plans.
He had finally met a woman who shared many of his interests, was financially and mentally stable and, she liked him. They had been dating for a few weeks, when he took on his pal, Big Daddy, as his “Social Mentor.”
Big Daddy had an unusual living situation – he lived in an actual commune. After a walk-through of the property, he invited Roger to join in the fun, to open his eyes and participate in “The Flow.”
Roger had visions of Sally involved in this new experiment. He decided to share the polyamorous proposition with her. He wanted her to participate.
At dinner that evening, Roger nervously explained his new idea of multiple sex partners and experimentation.
At first Sally thought he was joking and she laughed. The sixty-something, hair thinning, body expanding, conservative attorney, dad and dedicated son, now wanted to play musical partners?
Sally realized he was dead serious and said, “Roger, I don’t share. That isn’t going to happen. I’m leaving.”
He looked sheepish and tried to smile.
On her way out she said, “I’m disappointed in you and saddened by your decision. Goodbye.”
Other diners stared at Roger as she walked out of the restaurant.
Big Daddy had warned Roger some women were traditional and myopic. He should “expect the worst” and be prepared and hope for the best.
The following day, Roger went to get his back waxed, a pedicure and new underwear. He wanted to call Sally and tell her the funny story at the salon. He realized they wouldn’t be talking…
Let the party begin? We’ll see…
The New Year’s Resolutions: Try Online Dating.
He was freshly divorced and carefully crafted a Match.com profile. Within one hour, she contacted him. The spoke on the phone for one hour and clicked. Kismet.
He invited her to meet him at the San Francisco’s famed Absinthe for drinks. He recognized her immediately, she smiled broadly as she walked towards him.
He stood up when she approached and kissed her on the cheek. They both ordered the signature cocktail: French 75’s – Champagne, gin and Brandied cherries. The tempting pomme frites followed. Next, a dozen oysters on the half-shell.
Karyn got her courage up – and studied Craigslist Bay Area Single Men 50 looking for Single Women 50.
Cal, the artist, caught her eye. He wrote well – seemed smart, so she sent him an email. That evening, he wrote back. The note was light-hearted. They exchanged four emails before he suggested they speak on the phone and he sent his Berkeley phone number.
Fortified by the email exchange, she called him and they fell into easy conversation. He mentioned he had an art show at a local café and his passion was painting. Cool. They spoke on the phone for 20-minutes before she said, “Let’s meet for coffee.” They agreed to meet at the famous, singles, meeting spot, Peet’s on Fourth Street in Berkeley. A date!
Karyn went back to inspect his photo. The photo was taken from afar- he was her height. He looked fine.
The next day, she drove to Berkeley, arrived early, bought a cup of coffee and scored two seats outside. And then she waited. Every single man that walked by caught her attention. She knew Cal was tall with dark hair. A little after 11 AM, a man in faded, baggy jeans, a baseball hat and sunglasses approached her table. He said, “Are you waiting for someone?” It took her a minute to realize this was her date. Her first thought was, “Is this Candid Camera?”
The man standing across from her was wearing tattered clothing, dirty, old running shoes, and a stained, denim jacket. He had a two-day stubble- or a really bad five o’clock shadow and stringy hair. He didn’t really look like his picture, did he? She had a preconceived image of a much more handsome man. Cal was an artist, right?
He sat down and started talking. She remained stunned by his appearance. She couldn’t help but notice how down-and-out he looked. Was she simply shallow and hypercritical? They chatted for fifteen minutes before he mentioned needing to get something out of his car, which was across the street. He pointed to an old, beat-up, dirty van. That was the pièce de résistance.
She did a quick analysis of the situation and knew full well they were not match. Not remotely.
Dramatically, she looked at her watch and told him- she had to go. She said she was happy to meet him – she wished him well saying, “I’ve got to run. Thanks, I don’t think we are a match. Good luck.”
As she climbed into her immaculate, old Honda, she repeated, “No, no, no.”
She re-examined his Craigslist ad- and the blurry photo of the guy in the t-shirt with stringy hair and then noticed subtle clues about starving artist and hardship.
The Take Away? Indeed, picture is worth a thousand words, read the fine print and take the time to ask questions – get to know someone over the phone.