yesterday i had the privilege to be a guest to the UC Berkeley ROTC Tri-Service Military Ball. I accompanied my friend who is in the Air Force branch, and we left San Francisco cab and bart-bound for Berkeley. It was quite a destination as well as adventure, commuting in a long black gown (me) and formal uniform (him). Lovely night, not at all boring, very intriguing. Met a number of people who were really friendly and, to my surprise, everything was not as formal as I thought it would be.
The the aim of this entry is focusing on nice people.
Ironically, the nice person of this blog was a homeless man. My date, Mickey, and i were back at in San Francisco around 11:30, waiting for a cab along Market Street. None. The man came up to us, slowly, and I was quite nervous, but he stared politely at us and asked if we were waiting for a cab. When we said yes, he pointed in the direction behind us and explained that there’s always cabs running down that street (“We’d get one in like seven seconds”). He was very nice, and not like mean or rubbing into us for change. He just wanted to be nice. I like to think that the world is not intentionally bad or that we should be scared all the time. Well, in the City yeah, you should have your guard up, but things that catch you off guard, like this man, was very relieving. I mean, the way I was dressed I was defensive and expected that anyone (or guy) who approached us would be harassing. But no, guys that did talk to us were nice and asked where we had just come from. a group of skaters waiting for a cab even said that we could get the next cab that was coming.
people shouldn’t be too scared of other people.
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Dear Future Girlfriend,
When we have a non-busy weekend I would love to take a train ride with you up to San Francisco. The hours on the train will be filled with picture taking, landscape gazing and napping on each other. Once we get to 4th St. and King’s St. we catch a taxi to check into our hotel in downtown SF. It’ll be afternoon so its up to you if you want to nap a little our go out and find a cute hole in the wall cafe. We drop off all our luggage and grab my camera and head out the hotel. Thank God for Yelp. We stroll around by the hotel while I snap pictures and just keep exploring. As we walk by we come across that cute cafe you see in movies. I ask for a seat by the window and the lighting is perfect for me to take pictures of you and your food, even though you hate it. Sharing laughs and people watching. We see a couple slowly walking along the side walk, I’ll be talking for the guy and you can speak for the girl, and we just make a funny conversation for them. More walking, more talking. Can’t forget the hand holding. As it starts to get dark we try to get a view of the Bridge as the sun sets. Long day of walking we head back to the hotel to relax and unwind. A nice hot shower together is a must. I hate it when you get out first to say you’re “changing” while I try to enjoy the hot water and just stand there—then you make it rain ice cold water on me, jerk. I see you all cute under the sheets with just your head sticking out. I enter at the foot of the bed and crawl under the sheets, as I slither my way to you. You feel me tickle your feetsies and then move up your smooth legs. I give you kisses all along the way until I get to your belly button. I blow on it and make fun of you for “farting.” I come up and give you kisses until you are sick of it. We enjoy the comfort of our “own place.” Watch a movie, drink some champagne, turn off the lights, goodnight ;]
Rise and shine cutie. Time to get some breakfast at another cute cafe. Waffles and fresh fruit for me please. Next stop is to rent a moped, you know, one of those vespas that they all have in Italy. That will be our way of transportation throughout the day. Helmets on, kick up the kickstand, floor it to 35mph, you holding tighter, me freaking out because I’ve never driven one before(but you don’t know that). Seeing all the great spots and views. I take us to the major fashion districts and do some shopping. A quick refuel for lunch at a nice SF restaurant. More cruising and trying to have conversations while on the moped, gotta yell. Somehow it makes it to the top of Twin Peaks and we just spend hours there watching the whole area of SF with all the twinkling lights on. Holding you close to keep you warm and giving you kisses on your neck and behind your ear. We go back to our hotel and make sure we use our hotel to its fullest, all. night. long. Head back to the train station in the morning, leaving San Francisco behind but taking memories with us.
more like a love letter to the City.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li6v7gUNVa1qa1nxvo1_400.jpg)
