Location, Location, Location

My cousin, the Don-abee, is coming to visit. The Don-abee is too much like me for his own good – he’s smart but sometimes lacks focus. He’s a good natured and funny guy, but he got caught up with the wrong girl and it had a lasting effect. Like me, he carries a lot of baggage around in his head. And, since he is neither a jackass nor rich, girls don’t exactly flock to him. (Sorry ladies, but its true.)

The good news is he was able to put himself back on track. He now works a steady job in his chosen field: accounting. (See! Too much like me!) He is turning things around and moving in a much better direction. The bad news is he is not living in the best city for a single guy looking for a possible Ms. Right.

He left the Pacific Northwest and moved to San Francisco.

The city by the bay has many things going for it: wonderful weather, a vibrant economy, plenty to see and do. But it’s also a place where the women are women … but so are a lot of the men. True, even in that other city of brotherly love heterosexuals outnumber homosexuals, but in a place where alternative lifestyles are prevalent to the point of ubiquity, presumptions you make about people you don’t yet know change. There’s nothing unusual about moving to a new city to make a new start – people do it all the time. Cities are where the jobs are – especially in accounting. You presume that a single guy moving to New York is looking for work, a single guy moving to Los Angeles is looking for work and scantily clad women. A single guy moving to San Francisco is also looking for work, but could care less about the scantily clad women.

Jeff Foxworthy talks of things that men only do if they are married or gay; sleeping on a bed with seven pillows and a dust ruffle, for example, or going shopping during the big game. I think my cousin is finding out that moving to San Fran is on that list.