"A Single Gringa in Mexico" was all about Bekka's living in Mexico over 10 years in Ajijic, San Miguel de Allende and moving to Baja California. "Mexico A Sunny Place for Shady Men" is her latest book,about her 3 years living in Baja California: Ensenada, Puerto Nuevo, Rosarito and her move back to San Miguel de Allende. Both books are sold on Amazon as a ebook or paperback.
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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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 Tagged.com and not finding one person
that was worth dating, I joined Match.com.
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 Match.com.
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
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 Match.com
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 Match.com 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 Match.com
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 Match.com, 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
Match.com 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 facebook.com, 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.