re: Delivery

“I ask him to meet me outside and he responds with 'Just ring the bell.' He is starting to really annoy me!”       Read the rest of Sara's blog

Sara called early Sunday morning, I was barely out of bed. She asked if she could come over, I said sure. A few minutes later she messages me and asks if I could meet her at the bus stop. I told her I would love to except I am waiting for a package, if it comes first I would gladly meet her, I then chuckle to myself a bit. Sara replies, "There is no delivery today, its Sunday!" "Yeah there is, I'll show it to you when you get here", I said.

Later, she boasts how I demanded lunch and complained more. But actually, Sara called me and offered to pickup something along the way. "Perfect!" I think to myself.

After, what seems like forever, Tandy rings my bell. I open the door, grab the food out of her hand and say "See there is a Sunday delivery." She laughed gave me hug and walked in with that squint-eyed, I'm trying to look angry, kind-of stare.

Sara was all giggles and smiles the rest of the day. I guess making her that "Special Sunday Delivery" was just the thing she needed on that gloomy San Francisco afternoon.

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Sara's day at the Zoo

Sara asked me if I would go to the Zoo with her. Now I have already been to the San Francisco Zoo at least five times, and have become a bit bored with their selection. I agreed, just because Sara has never seen this Zoo before and I couldn't think of anything better, at the time.

Our day started out very cold and overcast. As we approached the Zoo, the sun began to poke through the foggy SF skyline. Walking through the gate, we were struck with the majestic rays of a beautiful afternoon.

We walked around and looked at all the cute fury animals (Tandy's favorite). We both enjoyed making silly faces at the inanimate Koala bear. Then later we laughed at mother natures sense of humor, the baboon. We ended the visit at the cafe, where we shared a foot-long. Then, instead of waiting her turn, Sara pulls off some scene from 'Lady and the Tramp' by sneaking a bite off the back end.

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All dressed up ...no where to go

So I was just hanging out with Sara last Saturday night. It was getting late and we hadn't made any plans for the evening. I could have just kicked it and relaxed for the night, but I could tell Tandy was getting restless. The clock was approaching 10:00 pm fast, so I suggested we spend the evening at a lounge I know of. Realizing that my choice was a bit classy, I suggest other places. Sara became overly excited and stopped me mid-sentence "No, no 'the W' is perfect!"

I mention that it would take us some time to get ready and we may not get there until midnight or so. Sara accepted the challenge. I must admit, I admire her positive energy and eagerness to scramble. We were at my place so, I started first. At the time I only had a few clean outfits available, my options were limited, so I tested out a few combination's. Sara was getting anxious watching me, and started saying I looked fine and that we should just go the way I was.

So we leave and rush to her place. Sara was very quick and new exactly what she was gonna wear, a black dress. We leave her place in minutes flat, and journey our way to the 'W'. We arrive just minutes after mid-night, walk up to the front door, where we are asked for I.D. I pull out my wallet and search desperately, then I remember, I left my license in the jacket I wanted to wear. Ugh! Sara looks over at me with this discourage yet angry look on her face.

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re: Heels...

“Half way through the night I start limping...”      Read the rest of Sara's blog

She should be prepared for anything, with me.

On this occasion, I had no real plans except to walk around San Francisco and stop by some of my favorite spots along the way.

I told Sara ahead of time that we will be doing a good amount of walking.   When we meet up, I commented on her outfit and told her how amazing (and tall) she looks in heels.  In the back of my mind, I knew this could become a problem, and therefore re-routed our trip around the larger hills.

After a few hours of walking, (shes doing great) I begin to notice that Sara is limping.   We stop and I offer to rub her feet for a while, she gladly accepts. .   In the midst of the massage, I tell her how those heels look stunning and really compliment her legs, but that she should bring along a pair of flats to switch between.

She quickly replies “Well, the heels make the outfit!” She continues to say “...and how else would i get this awesome massage!”

re: Beach day

“How are you going to invite someone to the beach and then not bring towels?
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So I invited Sara to join me at the beach.   I asked her to gather everything she might need at a beach.   Mind you, I am busy at work trying finish up, so we could enjoy more of the day.  Naturally, I assumed she would take take care of everything, given the circumstances. Heck, I presumed she would bring at least a blanket for herself, like she did for the movies in the park.

When we get there, I ask were she put the blankets.   She Tells me she didn't bring any blankets, I shake my head. Sara asks if I brought any towels to lay on.   Then we both laughed at how we each forgot a critical beach item.

Since we obviously couldn't lay in the sun, we walked along rocky edges. Where Tandy kept trying to put her hand in mine.

All together we had a great time.

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Needy excuses and broken computers

I get a message from Sara asking about her computer.  Having experience in troubleshooting, I dive right in.  Some sort of sound issue, her speakers aren't working.  I guide her though a few steps and voila! it works again.

Later in the evening I get a frantic call from Sara, the sound is out again.  We revisit the walk-through again and the sound is back on.   Meanwhile she's telling me all about her day and asking me personal questions about myself.

Three days later, she tells me the sound is out again and the computer is acting very strange.  So i offer to take the computer and remedy any issues.  This took over a week and every day I got a call from Tandy, asking me how it is coming.

Is it just me or am i wrong, but it would seem she is sabotaging her computer just to talk with me.

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re: Fireworks...

“All I asked was to watch the fireworks and what did I get... a lousy pat on the head. Argh!”      Read the rest of Sara's blog

The fourth was a wonderful day, we enjoyed drinks and BBQ at the park.  Sara's friends were friendly and entertaining.

Later, Sara asked to go to the fireworks.  Everyone liked the idea so we all decided to watch them at the pier.  The group discusses possible transportation options and I point out that the buses are completely packed.  I said we could make it on time, if we walked with a steady pace and the group agreed.

During the trip, I kept hinting that we were slowing down and perhaps we should move faster.  Unfortunately, her friends were steadily slowing their gait.  As we approached, the crowds began to trickle out of the area.  At that point we knew the fireworks had finished.  I looked over at Sara and apologized, promising more exclusive fireworks next time.  I really felt bad and wanted to make Sara feel better, so I bought her a video of the event.

Oh and according to Tandy, all of her friends enjoyed my company and were delighted by my presence.

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re: Third date

“Brad sees how frustrated I am with this situation and he's eating it up!”
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Dinner was great and everything was going well, until... All of a sudden, half way through dinner Sara gets quiet and seems to be very annoyed by something.   I didn't really get what her problem was, because the service was just great.   The new waitress was quite attentive and friendly.

After a while of distracted conversation and amazing service, I noticed what was going on.   I actually laughed a bit when I made the connection.   The waitress was overtly flirting with me. I didn't even notice, my attention was completely on Sara.   It was very flattering to be given special treatment, and well look at me... can you blame them?

I tried to make Sara feel better by taking her out for some ice cream.   Apparently, the waitress had just gotten off her shift and needed some ice cream too.   At that point I could tell Sara was frustrated, so we left.   But hey, I had no control over that situation, and Yeah I could've gotten her number, had I wanted it.

...Second date

The rest of the night did go very well, she was well behaved and respectful in the restaurant.   Sara wore this lipstick that was to-die-for!   The best part about the night was her reaction to my response to the strip club; where she totally played it as if it were nothing, then proceeded to change the subject.   

She must have seen my side of things.

The Second Date: impressions

Even though she acts irrationally, I decided to take her on another date...

I reserved a table for two at the prestigious Le Colonial, 7:30 this Friday.  When we spoke, she was delighted to hear from me and even more ecstatic after I asked her to join me.

Friday comes, I'm in the middle of a shower and I get a call.  Guess who, Sara and she's calling to confirm the time, amazing!  When I get to Market street, our designated rendezvous, Sara is nowhere to be found.  Come to find out she is heading up the street and should be there in about 10 minutes.  “No worries” I thought to myself, we should still make the reservation.  Knowing which direction she is headed from, I decide to meet her halfway.

To my surprise, I find her taking a jovial stroll down the street.  Stopping to fix her hair in a window, and what appears to be window shopping.

I tighten my fists and growl through my clenched teeth: “Ugh, ...Tandy!” Walking up to her, she barley even flinches and says “Hey, what are you stalking me?”

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re: First dates...

  “Is it just me or is this just completely ridiculous? Meeting at a strip club is not my idea of an ideal first date.”      Read the rest of Sara's blog

I wouldn't normally feel the need to respond to such outrageous accusations, except Sara has brought this to a public arena.  Yes, I did plan to meet for our date at the “Market Street Cinemas” I was attempting to bring a smile to her face.
You see Sara is a connoisseur of film and is also studying acting.  My plan was to find a way to include her favorite activities and add a little humor in the process.

What Sara fails to mention about the night is how we laughed about the strip club and then headed straight for the Castro Theater, which mind you, is a historical theater and part of San Francisco's underground culture.  We watched a noir film and then enjoyed a pleasant meal.  Later we shared a drink over some personal stories and then I walked her home, where she made the move to kiss me good night.

I am very sorry that she lacks a sense of humor.  But as I recall, Sara enjoyed everything else we did that night.  Hopefully the next date will go more smoothly and perhaps Sara will lighten up a bit.  I'll keep you posted.

-Brad