Thursday, May 8, 2014

When Given an Avocado, Make Gucamole

A Single Gringa in Mexico & Mexico a Sunny Place For Shadey Men.

One of my Vampire's in my life claimed that he owned the photographs I used on my covers of my two books so they were removed from Amazon while they investigated his absurd claim. He was proven wrong by the properties of the photographs. However,  I made a new cover and combined the two books as one. Something I wanted to do anyway. If you are given a lemon make lemonade.

The new title is, "When Given an Avocado Make Guacamole," with both books within, with the same titles. The book is finished and up as a Kindle & a paperback. You can order the Kindle version via this link to read on your Kindle, laptop or Iphone.

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Every month I change out a chapter to read on this blog page.

Many thanks go to:

My best friends and, family in Mexico and, the United States who have shared these experiences with me, you are too many to list.

My proof reader; Freddy Lewis and his wife Linda in Houston who have been supportive and helpful with my writing.

My editor; Rebecca Frey..

My publisher; and a writer of 2 books, Demetrio Aldana.

My book cover designer, Laura Gordon.

About the Author:

Rebecca Harranad Fass is a U.S. Army Veteran. She’s traveled the world to over 70 countries, has worked in India with Mother Teresa, and is a former Board Member of the Jane Goodall Institute.

She is owner of Bekka Designs, you can see her designs on Facebook:

She is the writer of a blog, A Single Gringa in Mexico on blogger at:

She wrote and published “A Single Gringa in Mexico” which you can buy on Amazon as a ebook or a paperback:

What more is there to say about this writer? Except that she is an open book as you will see while reading her story.

Chapter 17,My first girlfriend in San Miguel de Allende..

My First Single Girlfriend in San Miguel de Allende!
I met my first single girlfriend at a fundraiser for the animal shelter one Sunday afternoon. There she was, sitting on a blanket in the garden with her English Sheep dog and her then husband. I thought, "Wow, a Jayne Mansfield look alike," but what was she thinking being with that guy? A few days later she stopped her car to offer me a ride, and, of course, I accepted. I invited her into my house when we pulled up, and we shared a wine and had a great chat. She was from California, tall, blonde and reminded me of my best friend in high school in Florida. A beautiful blonde, the guys all wanted to be my friend so I would introduce them to her. I was the tall, skinny one with glasses who was a tomboy. She was curvy and feminine. Years later I met her in Alaska of all places, and she was waiting tables at Denny’s. I kept wondering where I had met this woman before, because at that time she was so fat she could hardly walk and certainly not attractive. Then suddenly her voice made me remember her from high school. I am still tall, skinny and wearing glasses and say that I am a manly woman.
Later I ran into the woman with the English Sheep dog crossing the Jardin.  She yelled out to me and I joined her. Her husband had just thrown her out in the middle of the night with only 100 pesos, the clothes on her back and her Louis Vuitton purse. Which, to fast forward, was her signature piece. One day she sat it on my floor and my Yougi lifted his leg on it and she screamed so loud and danced around saying, “Oh my Stars,” her signature line. We all laughed and told her it was plastic for God’s sake and she should know better than to sit it on the floor around an unneutered male.
She told me how another woman had taken her under her wing and was teaching her to live on a budget, how to shop at the Tuesday market for designer clothing that was gently used or had “fallen off a truck,” and where to buy the biggest and cheapest sandwich in town for lunch and save half for dinner later. How this woman had found her a job taking care of a woman with dementia and she was getting paid to live in this wonderful house and care for this woman. When the bill came for her soda water, she took out her VIP card which gives you a 10% discount for being a local. I picked up the check and told her to put the card away, or I would be embarrassed, and paid for her soda.
She set out from that day forth to take me under her wing and teach me how to be single. You may laugh at that. But it is not easy being single and especially in an expat community.  I have to say that I failed her lessons. She was the biggest flirt, after one other friend we all have, and we all loved to watch her work her charm. She made every man feel like he was the only man in the room. She used the Dale Carnegie techniques to make him feel special. Listening and asking questions. I remember one evening we were at Harry’s with several other girls. She invited three men to sit with us. We continued to talk amongst ourselves. She suddenly said to us, “Girls, there are men present. Pay attention to them.” Me, I am who I am, and if you don’t like it, then leave. Isn’t conversation a two way street? Flirting seems to be a lie to me, and these men did not seem to me worth listening to, so I remarked, “Maybe to you, but I find my shower massage more interesting,” and kept talking to my girlfriends.
She had a dresser full of Victoria Secret undergarments from working at VS before moving to Mexico. She used to brag about how she could wear a different set every day for a year. When she was in the hospital, she asked me to go pick up some of her lingerie. I saw that it was true and they were even color coded and folded like VS. I, the manly girl, still wore old lady under pants, and she was always trying to get me to wear a thong. I said if men think they are so sexy then they should wear them. But, then one day as I was walking across the Jardin with a short flowing skirt, the wind picked my skirt up and everyone saw my old lady underwear as I was fighting to hold my skirt down and walk. She laughed so loudly at me and took me shopping for my first thong.
I remember one afternoon, sitting at the El Jardin café, she quizzed me. She asked which is better to date a man who is widowed, divorced or never married. I replied I would think divorced as the likelihood is he hates his ex-wife, if widowed even if he did hate her she is suddenly a saint, and if he was never married, then he is probably selfish as he is not used to sharing. She said she was dating at that moment one of each at the same time, and she thought I was right. I could not imagine dating three men at the same time. However, I am not one to be out done. So I proposed to her and our other girlfriends a contest. We had one week to plan more than one date in one day and evening. We could not ask a man out. They had to ask us and they had to be local guys, not tourists. I won making four dates in one day/evening: one for lunch, another for happy hour, another for dinner and the last one for music later. I could have lost if someone had the same number and a breakfast date. However, never again do I ever want to repeat that. I kept forgetting what I said to whom at the end of the night my mind was spinning.
One night, coming home from happy hour at Berlin with the girls, I was talking to three men on the telephone from who all lived in Texas and all had the same name. We were getting ready to take a chick road trip to Texas and setting up dates. I had a little too much Pinot Grigio in me, and all three kept calling me on my Skype, Magic Jack and Vonage. Each phone kept breaking up and they would try one of the other numbers. Somehow, as each line broke up, they were all trying to call on all three lines and getting a busy or no answer. I finally screwed up and continued a conversation as if it was with the one that I just got finished talking to, but it was not. The girls all came over and put sticky notes on my phones that said, no dialing out or answering this phone when drunk. One laughed so hard and could not imagine how I could have screwed up so badly. But it happened to her a few weeks ago, so I got to laugh this time.
She had the reputation of being the "88 date" girl; I was the forty hour rule girl.”  Everyone said that she had been on eighty eight dates in less than a year. Actually it was more. But everyone wondered how she could find that many dates in a town with a ratio of twenty women to every one man. Well, it is not hard when you subtract the women with walkers, the catholic school girls and the lesbians.
She would tell me and the other girls each night how to dress and what to wear. Mostly, we had to wear black cocktail dresses. I remember years later when she was married and looking at our photos on my computer. She wondered why were we always wearing black. It is funny how you forget. She was on a date with someone else when she met her present husband. She was just turning fifty and decided she was finished being single. It was timing for him, to catch the best looking woman in town. I have never been jealous in my life and wish everyone happiness. But when she got married I felt abandoned and lost, and he and I did not get along. Now we do, and I am thankful that he makes her happy.
There were other apartments in the house that she was care- taking in. There was this woman who lived in one who was moving back to the U.S. She had met a guy on either Chemistry or Harmony and they were going to get married. We were discussing it and what we were going to do later. We agreed we would go home and join this dating site and meet up later at Romano’s for Happy Hour. We both showed up with a forlorn look on our faces, and I said to her, “You were refused as well, weren’t you?” She said, “Yes, and put her hands to her face, saying oh my stars, can you believe it?” The application was three hours long and neither she nor I answered gray, we answered black or white. The questions are to be answered as an example of 1 to 10 what would you do if? We both were 1 or 10 on each question. We both got a refusal email saying we were not, in all of their years of experience, match-able.
We decided at that moment that we would make our own singles site, and the focus would be to bring men to Mexico for tourism and to move here, to change the odds in our favor, and to do events and fun things monthly to get locals together who were single. Well, it is a work in progress since when she got married her interest was no longer there.
As for me, I did bring some men down to meet women in Mexico and matched up some locals and did several events. Today the odds are seven women to every one man, maybe due to my efforts. Also I joined many different singles sites:

And other sites that matched tall people or seniors.
Travel Agency in San Miguel de Allende:
Berlin & Harry’s (now Hank’s) can be found on Facebook.
Web site with information on San Miguel:
VIP Club card:

Chapter 18