This is a little story I heard recently in response to my often asked question: How did you meet your Lover?
Jenny had gone to a local bar with her sister and some friends to celebrate her sister’s recent promotion at work. She wasn’t much of a regular attendee at bars and this night she ended up drinking a club soda and sitting a bit apart from her sister, who was getting a bit too drunk, but who can blame her it was her celebration.
Jenny was sitting at one of those taller bar tables where you have to sit on a bar stool, not a regular table, when she took note of a man sitting down on the bar stool next to her. She took note that he was a rather nice looking man, but other than that she paid him no attention. After all, she was suppose to be there with her sister and while she was single, she wasn’t on the lookout for a new man in her life. Well, you know what they say about when you’re not looking.
Soon after the man took a seat next to her, she heard him being greeting by another man, apparently one of his buddies.
Buddy asked Man sitting next to Jenny; “So who’s your friend?”
Man sitting next to Jenny answered; “I don’t know her and I don’t think she want’s to know me.”
This, of course, intrigued Jenny. Without a moment of hesitation she turned to the Man sitting next to her and asked, “Why would you say that?”
Looking a little chagrin to have been overheard, the Man sitting next to Jenny said, “Because you’ve ignored me since I sat down.”
Jenny chuckled, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you. It only means I didn’t make an effort to strike up a conversation with you. Just because you took a seat next to me doesn’t mean I have to talk to you.” But even as she said that, she knew it would have been a nice and polite thing to do.
Which he quickly pointed out by saying, “But if you DID want to know me, wouldn’t you have made the effort?”
Of course, he also could have started a conversation with her, but he hadn’t.
Jenny said, “Maybe I didn’t say anything because I’m shy.” Which of course wasn’t’ true, as demonstrated by her ability to easily jump in to his conversation with his buddy.
Man next to her said, “Well, are you?”
Jenny asked, “Am I what? Shy?”
“No, interested in getting to know me?” Man said.
Well, now Jenny had a problem. She could either admit she had no interest in meeting the Man sitting next to her, (which seemed rude) or she could claim that yes, she wanted to know all about him. Feeling frisky and up for the challenge, she opted to go with the latter option to see where it would lead. Besides,she figured if things turned sour, she could always go in search of her sister to dump the guy. (Harsh, but true.)
Jenny soon learned that Man sitting next to her was named Bob, and they spent the next hour discussing the merits of mating rituals conducted at bars, among other such topics. Jenny had a grand time, Bob made her laugh, always a good sign, and they had such a good time that before the evening was over, they exchanged contact info. They then arranged to meet again for dinner to continue their intense conversation, and they soon discovered in each other someone they wanted to get to know better.
Several months later they’re still having intense conversations and are well on their way to happily ever after, or where ever else their romantic journey may take them.
So how did Jenny met her lover?
She ignored him until he got her attention.
Enjoy always, T
“Where do you think you’re going in that gauzy get-up?” General George Geiger gawked at his granddaughter with a guarded grin as she glided gracefully toward the garage door.
Gwendolyn ground to a halt and glanced at her garment. She was dressed as a Greek goddess in an iridescent gown of glowing golden gauze with gems galore gracing her gangly neck and arms.
“Why, to Lord Gavin Goodman’s Glorious Gala, of course,” she replied. “Don’t you remember, Grand Papa? Tonight is the Gaudy G themed masquerade ball.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, of course. How could I forget?” he grumbled.
Gwendolyn smiled graciously. It was obvious he was getting on in years and had forgotten the event. She returned to his side and gave him a hug. “Oh, Grand Papa, I do wish you could go. I’m sure the night will be grand and glorious. It’s said to be the grandest party of the year.” She sighed with glee.
“In my younger years I would have gladly escorted you to this glorious gala. I was a right fine gentleman in my prime, but those days are gone, now.” A glint of sadness graced his gaunt features.
“Will you be all right on your own?” Gwendolyn asked with great concern.
“Good as gold,” her grandfather answered with overdone gusto. “Go, go, have a good time.” He waved her off with a gallant gesture.
Gwendolyn gave her grandfather one final kiss on his cheek before she gingerly gathered her gauzy skirts and glided toward the door.
The gala masquerade was being held on a grand old Spanish galleon that had seen its better days out at sea, but now rested gracefully at Lord Gavin’s dock down at pier 39. Gwendolyn was giddy with anticipation as she climbed the gangway leading up to the galleon. The grand old ship was glamorously festooned with garlands of lights twinkling gaily and the music of GreenDay filled the air.
Making her way through the gregarious crowd, she wondered if she would be so gifted as to garner a gaze from Lord Goodman. Gawking at the Gaudily costumed guests, she saw gay gypsies, green genies, gruff gorillas, German generals, gory goblins and grotesque gargoyles garbed in gray, just to name a few.
And then she saw him, Lord Gavin Goodman, grandly garbed as a Gentleman Gaucho. A genuine smile graced his genteel face. Gwendolyn gasped. He was gorgeous, if such could be said about a gentleman Gaucho.
Lord Gavin stepped forward, looked into her glazed-over green eyes, graced her hand with a kiss, and said, “Greetings, my dear Greek goddess. I believe it’s my sincere pleasure to meet you. May I have this dance.”
Gwendolyn gushed with gratitude. What a glorious gala this would be. . .
Enjoy always, T
The following was originally the opening scene for my second book, Somewhere To Belong. It was deleted in favor of moving quicker into what’s call the inciting event. I hope you’ll enjoy meeting Daniel and seeing another side of him.
Somewhere To Belong
Daniel had the distinct feeling he wasn’t where he belonged and knew it was time to leave. It wasn’t because he couldn’t afford the designer-clothes adorning many of the invited guests. He believed he looked perfectly acceptable in his classic dark blue jeans, white button-down shirt, and black blazer. He figured his rugged good looks more than compensated for any perceived fashion flaw. And it wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy the small talk that seemed to dominate most conversations. He was well versed on current events and could usually hold his own in any social discussion if it didn’t get too political. He gave himself credit for being intelligent, articulate and even charming, if he was so inclined. No, his fish-out-of-water feeling was hitched to being a good-ole, suburban cowboy surrounded by an urban fantasy. He felt out of place in the elegant uptown art gallery sitting high on a hill overlooking the lights of San Francisco.
The Nob Hill Art Gallery, with its stellar view of the city and the distant bay, was thoroughly modern, sleek and glossy. Shiny glass and silver surfaces throughout the remodeled building artfully reflected the spotlights directed at the large paintings of cityscapes hung along the silk-covered beige walls. Bountiful floral arrangements placed strategically throughout the gallery competed with the assortment of subtle and some not-so-subtle perfumes adorning the guests.
Daniel was there at the personal request of the artist, an old friend he knew from their days at SFSU, and while they no longer traveled in the same social circles their long standing friendship, coupled with Daniel’s good looks, qualified him as a suitable guest for Jonah’s opening night gala. The way Jonah saw it, being surrounded by beautiful people was a reflection of his good taste, and he knew it was good for business.
Making his way back toward the front doors, Daniel figured he had fully satisfied his social obligation to Jonah. He had walked throughout the art gallery viewing all of Jonah’s work, had the one drink minimum required to appear social, and had talked to one new woman with whom he had nothing more in common than that they both knew Jonah and worked in San Francisco. On the other hand, he had discovered their differences were quite lengthy. She lived in an art-deco condo in North Beach while he lived on a ranch in the East Bay. She was a hip fashion merchandiser and he was a suburban cowboy turned police officer. She drove a new, energy-efficient, royal-blue hybrid while he drove a classic, gas-loving, candy-apple red Ford Mustang. She was quite attractive if you liked the thin long-legged blond look, which most men did, but unfortunately he hadn’t found enough common ground to hold his interest.
After politely excusing himself from a conversation that was already losing its direction he made his way over to the artist to let him know he was leaving.
“Great show, Jonah, looks like another big success.” He clinked his beer bottle against Jonah’s wine glass.
“Thanks for coming. I noticed you talking to Meredith, how did it go?” Jonah cocked his finely-trimmed brow and nodded in her direction.
Daniel gave a shrug of his broad shoulders. “As far as it’s going to. She’s nice but…”
“Let me guess, not your type,” Jonah interrupted his friend, having heard it all before.
“Yeah, nothing new there. But you can’t say I didn’t try.” It was the same old song and dance, only the faces changed.
“That’s just it. You don’t even have to try. You easily have the best looking woman in the room talking to you and then you just go – nah, it’s not working for me and walk away. She would have gladly handed over her phone number, and probably offered you a peek into her panties, but you don’t even ask. See, to me, that’s not trying.” Jonah gave a shake of his head and continued. “I know there are only two reasons why women like Meredith come to my gallery openings, okay maybe three, but the first two aren’t to see me and my art. They’re here to see and be seen, and they’re here in hopes of meeting someone like you.”
Daniel shrugged off his friend’s commentary. “I’m sure she knows as well as I do it just wasn’t there. No use in pursuing a dead end.”
While they talked, Daniel noticed Jonah’s eyes scanning the room full of well-dressed attendees, watching the reactions of the opening night guests. It was just like Jonah to be always looking for the next well-funded patron of the arts, his arts in particular.
From across the spacious room Meredith raised her glass in a silent salute in their direction. Jonah raised his wine glass in return. Daniel just nodded and took a long draw of his beer. Meredith’s attention was clearly focused in their direction, and Daniel wasn’t gullible enough to believe it was Jonah or his large cityscape painting hanging on the wall behind them that was drawing her interest.
“From where I stand it looks like she wouldn’t be opposed to a little pursuing,” Jonah said, keeping his eyes on the crowd before him.
“Funny, to me it looks like she’s doing the pursuing.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Who’s pursuing whom. Call me old fashioned but I like to take the lead,” Daniel said, turning to face his friend. Anything to avoid Meredith’s eyes trying to bore a hole through his jeans.
“This is the twenty-first century. Women like to be on top.” Jonah smirked.
“Then have at it buddy, she’s all yours.” Daniel gave a good-nature smack to Jonah’s shoulder.
“Yeah, right. If only I fit the tall, dark and mysteriously handsome type, instead of short, pale and artfully intellectual.” Jonah stretched upright to his full height just shy of six feet, but was still several inches shorter than the man standing next to him. Daniel’s tall, dark and handsome build included a six foot three inch athletic body topped by deep brown hair mixed with touches of auburn, and a year round tan resulting from a lifestyle that kept him outdoors more often than not. His hazel brown eyes were infused with dark green specks, causing them at times to appear to change color.
“Don’t try to sell yourself short to me. I know darn well you’re not sitting home alone waiting for the phone to ring,” Daniel shot back at his friend. He knew Jonah’s words contradicted his belief that his sunny California good looks of blond hair and blue eyes entitled him to a lifelong membership in the beautiful peoples club.
“Yes, well, thanks to the recent success of my latest round of showings, I’ve been enjoying the attentions of a number of attractive patrons of the arts, bedroom arts included.” Jonah’s smile was blatantly devious.
Daniel rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. He’d known Jonah too long to take him seriously.
“It’s not a bad run of popularity and currently I happen to be particularly enjoying the attentions of one very interesting young woman from the San Francisco Art Academy. It might be a bit too soon to tell, but the optimist in me believes the relationship looks quite promising. She specializes in illustrated photo art – among other things.” Jonah looked up at his friend as if expecting him to be impressed. For Daniel it was a lost cause. He’d seen Jonah work his way in and out of too many relationships over the years to get excited over yet another.
“That reminds me,” Jonah continued. “I think I saw Ciel arrive earlier. Perhaps I should seek out her reaction to the show while the impression is still fresh.” Jonah stood on his tip-toes to gain a few inches of height and continued to scan the room seeking out the woman of his interest. He reminded Daniel of a well-dressed bobble-head doll.
“By all means, I’m heading out anyway. Enjoy your evening, man, you deserve it,” Daniel offered his unnecessary encouragement.
“As always, and you enjoy yours.” Jonah gave a friendly farewell pat to Daniel’s shoulder then redirecting his gaze to the wine bar where a petite Japanese woman stood wearing an eclectic outfit. It appeared to be a combination of prep school uniform meets vintage yard sale, but on her it looked good. Ciel cast a sly come-hither glance at Jonah.
“Right, as always.” Daniel lifted his beer in a farewell salute. The sendoff went unnoticed by Jonah. He was already on his way to greet his Ciel.
I was over at Ariella Moon’s blog and saw - the most intriguing and brilliantly written classified ad ever!
Safety Not Guaranteed
“WANTED: Someone to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. You’ll get paid when we get back. Must bring your own weapons. Safety not guaranteed. I have only done this once before.”
I have to agree. What fricking great writing. “You’ll get paid when we get back.” Yeah, really, like how much. What’s the going rate for time-travel companions? Couldn’t that also read; IF we get back? And what about the idea that you have to bring your own weapons, but oh, by the way, Safety not guaranteed. If this isn’t a call for a macho, kick-ass, special ops kind of guy, I don’t know what is. Hey, forget the paycheck, baby, I’m here for the adventure. And it’s so reassuring to know the potential employer has done this only once before. Well, at least we know they’re still here to tell the tale and are interested in trying it again.
Okay, so I don’t have a special ops guy to offer up for the job, but allow me to take a moment to introduce my time-traveling friend, Teressa Ellers, an accomplished Relationship Coach.
After finishing her master’s in family counseling, Teressa accepts a primo job as a Relationship Coach at her local university counseling center to help struggling college students maneuver the emotional landscape of romantic relationships. Thankfully, this is before state wide budget cuts forces her out into private practice where the really big bucks are.
Her career path is on track but her personal life has taken a couple of hard hits. Isn’t this always the way? In the past year her father has passed away and she’s dumped her ‘so-called’ boyfriend. He didn’t do family and that was a big ole deal breaker for her.
Now she’s taking a rather whimsical retreat from her life in the hopes of getting away from it all and finding some real adventure on the remote Isle of Skye in Scotland, because Scotland is full of hotties and she’s heard Skye is a magical island full of myth and legends. Did I mention the hot warrior Scottish dudes? Ok, good.
Soon after arriving on Skye she’s swept back to the 13th century by a powerful fairy named Moezell. Yeah, I’m pretty sure any fairy that can sweep a person back in time is pretty darn powerful. Enough said.
This fairy and her half-human/half-fey cousin are in need of a match-maker to secure the happily ever after union between Duncan, the chief of the MacNicol clan, and Janet MacDonald, daughter of his sworn enemy. Ok, maybe not sworn enemy, but not a good friend either. Let’s just say there’s some ‘bad history’ between them and Teressa has her work cut out for her. Teressa, of course, takes the job. It’s the only way she can be assured of being sent back to her own time, and brother (or sister) let me tell you, this little lady has every intention of going back home. Hot dudes are no replacement for hot showers and toilet paper.
But, wouldn’t you know it, she faces a little kink in her plans. Duncan’s younger brother, Rory, has the hots for Teressa and he’s determined to discover if she’s “a mystery to unravel or a woman to be loved.” (his words, not mine! Okay, maybe they are mine.) He’s smitten with this slightly strange woman and is determined to woo her, believing she is the woman of his dreams. (wet dreams, I’m sure, but it’s all good.)
To learn more, find Return In Time at any of the major on-line booksellers – and tell them Rory sent you. He’s a babe.
Enjoy always, T
“Romance is the glamor which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze”
Join us Wednesday June 20, 2012 for Our One Year Anniversary Celebration,
“Creating Romance In Your Life
Author Tricia Linden
6:30pm (hosted light meal)
7:00pm enter the circle
Unity of Walnut Creek
1871 Geary Road Walnut Creek, CA 94597
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We are excited to announce that this month marks our one year anniversary. What better way to celebrate an anniversary than with the topic “Creating Romance In Your Life”.
Join us as we welcome Author and Unity member Tricia Linden as she walks us through some fun steps that take a new look at romance, what it is, and how can you create it your life. We will use visualization and story
plotting to gain insightful awareness of our own romantic lives.
Come prepared to write a new chapter in your love life and to HAVE FUN.
Having a partner is NOT a prerequisite.
Tricia is a member of the Unity Community and a dedicated student of
metaphysical spirituality. She has lived in five states, on two islands, and on
a farm. Her love of travel has taken her to over a dozen countries, including
Mexico, Canada, Hong Kong, Australia and too many countries in Europe to name.
Besides being an International Banker and the proud mother of two grown
children, she has written two romance novels and is working on the third of the
series. The first book, Return In Time, was released in June 2011 and the
second, Somewhere to Belong is due to be released in spring 2012. Tricia has
spent most of her adult life studying relationships and romance, often using her
own life as the classroom. She is an avid observer of life, love and the pursuit
of romance. After a lifetime of trial and error, she is living happily ever
after with her soul-mate in Northern California.