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 today I changed it to Chapter 24 of Book 1.

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 24 of Book 1

Looking Out of the Box to Date in San Miguel de Allende!

What is a girl to do when she lives in a small town and does not want to date local men? She uses internet dating sites.  After playing around with and not finding one person that was worth dating, I joined
My first match was a man who lived in Puerto Vallarta. We were talking each night, and he was planning a trip to come to San Miguel de Allende to meet me. But Berkley said to me, this man is way too hot to wait. You need to fly to Puerto Vallarta to meet him; he won’t last long on
He was tall and very handsome and from Minnesota. I had really not spoken to him enough times to know him well yet. So I booked a room in a hotel and told him I was flying in to meet him. The night before I left I was having coffee with one of my male buddies and told him what I was doing and he asked his name. When I told him, he went completely red and said, “What, he is in Mexico?
Then tell him I said hello.” When he picked me up at the hotel for dinner, I told him that this man said to tell him hello and then my date got red in the face and said, “What, he is in Mexico?”
We went to dinner and I can only tell you that good looking only goes so far. He was totally boring.  We were in Andale's, the coolest bar in Puerto Vallarta. It had been quiet when we walked in, but now it was wall to wall bodies with great, old time rock and roll, and people were dancing. He pulled me through the crowd and said it was too noisy. He wanted to go to a Jazz bar. Over wine he told me the reason he was divorced was because my friend in San Miguel de Allende had an affair with his wife. I thought to myself, of course, I can understand that as you’re so boring and he is so fun, interesting and intelligent and now I know he is not gay.
When he dropped me off and asked what I was doing the following day, I told him I had plans and did not see him again. But I did go back every single night to Andale's, which is my favorite place in Puerto Vallarta to this day.  It is in the Romantic Zone and was just around the corner from my hotel.
It is easy to make dates in Puerto Vallarta and is one of the two places in Mexico where there are more men than women, because of golf and boating.
I had a different date every night with great guys from California. My last night, I was alone as I planned to go back to my hotel early and pack. I walked into Andale’s, and there was this great looking man. He was tall with long gray hair and wore a light-blue shirt and black pants. I thought he was Alaskan. Turns out he lived in Alaska and was Korean. As I stood in the doorway for the breeze, he came right over to me and asked me to dance. We danced all night long and people asked us if we were on our honeymoon because we looked so great together. He walked me back to my hotel and asked if he could follow me to San Miguel de Allende as he had another week left of his vacation. I said no. He was really great company and so fun, but I don’t cross-culture date.
My next date was really funny. I was talking to this guy in Texas because I was going up to Houston soon to stay with my Bling Bling cowgirl friend from Texas.
But she was going up before me and said, hey why don’t I go out on a date for you with him, and it will be like an interview. I thought, why not? After all her job was a fraud investigator.
So I asked him, and he said it was fine with him. The night of the date, I was out with my friend from Arizona, who suggested that I text Bling Bling to find out how it was going. I said that was a laugh as she doesn’t text, but then I thought he does.
So I texted him and asked him how our date was going. I did not hear back from him. So I presumed he liked her better than me and forgot about it and went home. I was sitting at my desk and she called from the bathroom to tell me that he was not for me and went on for ½ hour. Now, Bling Bling would talk and not take a breath and you would literally put the phone down and go do something else and come back and say um and put the phone down and just let her talk. Suddenly my other phone rang, and it was him calling to ask me how long she would be in the bathroom talking to me and asked if he should just leave.
He said he did not get one question in to her about me, and she asked not one question about him to tell me and had just talked without stopping for air about herself. I said yes, that sounds like her. In fact, the phone was on the desk, and she had no idea we were talking. He promised me he would wait and drive her home. Finally, after an hour, she stopped talking, and I told her he had called me as well.
She would not let me go out with him when I went to Houston to stay with her. But we were out one night, and she was off talking to other people. He saw me and came over, asked if he could buy me a drink, and told me I was even prettier in real than my photos. She suddenly flew across the room between us and told him to stay away from me. He handed me his card and said he was flying to Malta in the morning and to call him next time I was in Texas. I never did.
On that trip to Houston when I was staying with her, I had a date with a man from and he was really nice. He was tall, good looking, retired, intelligent, and owned a plane and said he would come visit me in San Miguel de Allende. Our first date was perfect; we had the same political, social and religious views. Then he asked me to his house for dinner the next night. I said yes, and he made a wonderful meal for me based upon things I told him I preferred to eat and rented a movie about a girl named Bekka. After dinner he took me to his back yard, and it was one big miniature town and train tracks. He gave me a remote to run my own train, and he had one for his. Now this was really weird to me, a grown man with a toy train back yard. So I deliberately derailed my train and told him my stomach was bothering me and asked him to take me home. When he dropped me off, the girls were all waiting for a report.  I said, "No," he likes trains. They said that a nice man has hobbies. I said, not trains. Driving home he told me even his vacations were all about trains.  I don’t understand the fascination, but I’m sure there is some woman out there who does.
My next date was on a trip to Dallas. This one actually was a whole week of dates from 12 noon to midnight. He had taken the week off. He really showed me Dallas, and we had a great time. But we felt more like brother and sister and are still friends to this day. On my trips back to Dallas I always met him and introduced him to whichever girlfriend was traveling with me. He is friends with each of them still, as well. He was so nice, he even felt sorry for our Brit and considered marrying her to help her get into the U.S. Then he checked into it further and decided it was too risky.
I dated many men in Austin on, and they are all still my friends today, but there was no chemistry with any of them except for the one guy in Austin who preferred Berkley. Oh, well. Usually, I would make one date when I would be traveling to Texas and then just meet men when out. It was very easy meeting men in Texas.
There was a man near Houston whom I was flying up to meet on one of my trips to stay with my Bling Bling cowgirl. We had quite a bit in common it seemed to me. But when we became friends on, he told me that I was too much of a socialite for a country boy. I have to say on most of our photos on Facebook it does appear that way. But that is really not who I am. I am more comfortable in jeans, cowboy boots and a t-shirt, but I do like to dress up and do it well. Darn Cali for always telling us to wear black cocktail dresses at night.
I have to say Texas men are really great guys, and I even considered moving there.
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