Sing To Me?

Last week on my way to Staples on the corner of California and Battery:

Random Security Guard: How is your day going?

b: I'm alright, just running errands for my stupid job.

rsg: (walking along side of me) Can I tell you something? You are just so beautiful. Can I sing a song for you?

b: (in my head: I'm confused, I'm beautiful? Poor security guard needs glasses) You're gonna sing to me right here?

rsg: Yes Ma'm! I'm a hidden talent, waiting to get discovered.

b: Really? Let's hear it.

rsg: Could u be the most beautiful girl in the world?

Its plain 2 see ure the reason that God made a girl

When the day turns into the last day of all timeI can say I hope u are in these arms of mine

And when the night falls before that day I will cry

I will cry tears of joy cuz after u all one can do is die, oh

b: (swooning) Wow, thank you. Seriously, that is so sweet, no one has ever sang to me before (except for the drunk guy on the bus in London)

rsg: Well, you're welcomed beautiful. I would give you my number, but I think your boyfriend would get mad (turns around and crosses the street)

b: (to myself): What boyfriend?

Whatcha Think?

When I first moved to SF, I tried yahoo personals and it didn't yield much (apart from a good guy friend). But this little article is interesting. You gotta love Sepiamutiny sometimes...

http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/relationships/682/two-of-a-kind

Any experiences, opinions, stories?

The Cost of Love?

Setting: Walgreens on Market and 3rd a couple of weeks ago. I'm buying some last minute sunscreen before I head home to pack for my trip to DC. Yours truly is standing in line, reading a tabloid (of course!). The young man standing in front of me turns around.

Young Man: Hey, I'm a film student across the street (at the Academy of Art) and I'm making a documentary. Can I ask you some questions for it?

BS: Umm, I have a fear of cameras. (eyes go back to the article on Britney)

YM: Ah, okay. I don't have my camera on me so don't worry. I just wanted to try out some questions. Is that alright?

BS: Uhh, I suppose...(why do I have to be soo nice?)

YM: Tell me, what's the price of a cup of coffee?

BS: I don't know, I make my own coffee.

YM: You do? Oh, um okay. How about this: how much do you think a gallon of gas is?

BS: I wouldn't know, I don't drive.

YM: You're not helping.

BS: Sorry about that (back to the Britney article)

YM: How about this, what's the cost of love?

BS: (head goes up, surprised at question)

YM: (after a couple of moments) Well...Have you ever been in love?

BS: Err, um, hey, I think you're next (pointing to the cash register).

Life Sucks!

I HATE today!!!

*Walked into the office and one of my coworkers asks me how my new job search is going right when my boss walks in.

*Went to Justin Herman Plaza to see their Conan event and my ex, who almost a year ago to the day after he told me that there was another woman and dumped me, comes up to say hi. He looked good and I looked like crap. Great!

Yeah, I wanna go home and hide!

I Have To Return Some Videotapes

One of my Mom's hobbies, besides putting customers in their place and throwing elegant dinner parties, is her attempt to get me married. She has this aspiration to become a wedding planner and she's decided that the first wedding she should plan is mine so she can show her "work" to potential clients. The problem is that I've kinda sworn off men after my birthday (just can't find any good ones), so I'm enjoying the single life in the city by the bay and keeping myself busy.

Since this weekend, I've been on this Christian Bale kick (not a bad kick to be on). It started with watching the ending of "The New World" on HBO, then watching "Batman Begins" immediately afterwards on demand, and then having the people at Le Video make fun of me as I rented out "American Psycho", "The Prestige", "Little Women", "Harsh Times", and "The Machinist".

As I was trekking back from Le Video with my Christian "booty" (think shower scene in "American Psycho"-the perfect male body according to scientists), I decided to check in with Mom since she was spending the week alone while my Dad is in Montery for a conference.

mom: So, what are you doing this week?

bs: Well Mom, I'm having dinner with KM, SC, GC, and JN on Wednesday. Thursday is going to be fun since I'm going to a fundraiser for Narika, then heading to JaB's music promotion, and an exciting dinner later ;-). Friday JR and his boy are coming in from NYC and I have a birthday party later to go to. And this weekend is Muse weekend with dancing and seeing them on Monday night.

mom: All these plans and you still can't find a boy?

bs: I can't help it if the guys in SF suck. Anyways, I'm in love with a man named Christian Bale.

mom: Behl? You've found yourself a Punjabi boy?!





Looks like I need to have another Christian Bale Movie Marathon with my Mom.

Pillow Fight in SF

equals great stress reliever ;-)

pic from: http://laughingsquid.com/pillow-fight-in-san-francisco/

Bare Minimums

I don't know about you, but I tend to have embarassing moments all the time. Some are more embarassing than others, but embarassing none the less. This one especially wasn't my best moment yet it made me think about where I am in the lovely thing known as the love department.

So yesterday while at work I get a call from my friend DR who came in from Chi-town to visit her family for the holiday break. We're old college friends (I was actually her TA back in college) and whenever we get together, all we seem to talk about are boys (of course!).

Like a lot of people, I've had my share of devastating heart breaks and over the years I guess I've become jaded. Instead of having a Bollywood love story where we break out into song in Central Park a la SRK in "Kal Ho Na Ho" (or I guess here break out into song at Golden Gate Park), I've kinda limited my search to the basics. Most of my friends, co-workers, strangers, know the "bare minimums" I need in a partner, including DR.

So I meet DR at the Men's Macy's Store in Union Square during lunch and while her family shopped, she and I went arm and arm through the departments (it is SF after all), catching up on our love lives. In our rounds, I noticed a cute desi guy with a faux-hawk doing some lunchtime shopping. Cute desi guys in SF are an endangered species (plus we have to turn on our "gay-dar" for the really cute ones here). DR noticed me eyeing him but didn't mention anything. By the time we got to the escalator, DR finished her "boy story" right as faux-hawk boy got on to go to the next floor in front of us, just a couple of steps ahead. Of course this is when DR had to ask: "So brown sugar, have you found yourself an Indian boy who has a car, a job, and can get it up yet? You can never find all three, huh?" My jaw dropped and I noticed faux-hawk boy turn around, look at us, smile, and stepped off the escalator. Luckily we didn't see the guy for the rest of our time there (probably scared him or something), but knowing how small SF is, won't be surprised if I bump into him again.

As I was walking back to work, it got me thinking. Crazy encounter aside, I guess my search for a partner boils down to those three things: A Job (doesn't have to be fancy, but he should be passionate about what he does. Plus I'm a career counselor-kinda want him to have a job so I can share it with my kids), a car (it's CA and me being the nice sis I am gave my car to my lil bro in LA where he needs one), and the third part, well...Let's just say it's been hard to find all three...

While I do believe in all those hearts and flowers and stuff, maybe I have become jaded, or maybe just realistic. Hopefully it'll change and I'll have my moment of changing clothes every 2 minutes as I'm dancing at Fisherman's Wharf (lord, I love Bollywood). Oh, where's my Ben and Jerry's Phish Food when I need it... :-)