Party boy quits the SF Party Scene
Ron, of six parties a week, would glide into a room to a sea of handshakes and a cyclone of air kisses. If you looked up the word bon vivant in the dictionary, Ron’s picture would be there.
Divorced for well over 12 years he was on the party circuit. He was the party circuit. Jealously his friends dubbed him ‘Scout.’ In jest, women called him Casanova, in a semi good-humored kind of way. Remember, there’s an ounce of truth to all jest. At one time in his life, he was hot to trot – now, the only thing haute he was after was cuisine.
After years of search and hunt – catch and release -and after one too many first dates – Ron decided to throw in the towel. Not only did he throw in the towel, but he laundered, folded and put the towel away. C’est fini.
He did something none of his friends had done before.
He gave up the chase.
He reconciled to be a bachelor for the rest of his life.
He had a plethora of female friends. There were women he went to movies with – women he hiked with, other women he went to shows and dinner with…there wasn’t one Single woman he was drawn to anymore.
Everyone knew about his best friend, Pearl – his Black Lab.
Ron had waxed rhapsodic about the perfect relationship he and Pearl enjoyed. She was the perfect companion.
And then, Ron met met Sally.
To Be Continued…