Did I realize when I went to playfully invite a certain kind of men, namely unmarried, kind, and playful also, to meet my girlfriends and I on a couple of occasions at the Underwood for some socializing, that I would end up writing for the next week to people of all creeds and kinds, with attitudes ranging the full gamut of the spectrum? NO...I didn't realize the door I was opening.
Here are some things I have learned:
I appear to be able to communicate colorfully enough to elicit, in one simple ad, reactions from love to anger, and lust to lonliness.
I haven't really done anything else of value in my life this week, due to all the (mostly private) writing.
Because of the above, I decided I'd better evolve in some Northern direction due to the heartfelt energy I have given these/you people.
I have observed that many people read what they want to hear. They miss or misconstrue vital intentions. Such is the downfall of language, or perhaps my use of it.
I recieved praise from women who felt much like we do...sharing similar values in the men they wish to attract, and loving seeing those wishes simply asked for in a simple ad, naming a time and place to interact.
I recieved a delightful embrace from a man who saw the love and lightheartedness in my attempt to meet with more people, and honestly send it into the world.
I recieved angry letters from people hurt so badly, they could not fathom meeting with us disgusting, wretched women.
I recieved letters with attached resumes, and pictures, asking if I personally wished for their presence.
I received a letter asking my advice on how to deal with women.
I received letters telling me how I should do it...what I'd done wrong, and that we should all wear name tags.
I recieved letters asking me to dinner.
And recently, a letter from someone angry that the nice place I enjoy hanging out at has overridden their Latino community. As if it was an intentional war against a group of people I happen to love.
This I have to say...
What I liked about the Underwood Project was setting myself in a public room of people, where some are invited, some just happen to be there, and seeing where the night took me. There was mystery, intrigue, and the energy shifted as the people shifted, so that the pressure you might feel in a singles event was minimized. In fact, I underwent some pressure despite the theory! But I handled it. Lol
After the affair and the many, many letters I have written and continue to write in response to it, I am stickin' to the woods for awhile.
What my girlfriends and I noticed that rather shocked us was that most of the men who came in after the first lot, on both nights, were too afraid to break through the circles that had begun to form to even say "Hi". We thought that men were the hunters...the one's who see what they want and take a risk to get it. That's what we thought testosterone is all about. We wondered if the water in Sonoma County has been spiked with some sort of drug, which subjugates its expression. We understand that men are fragile, that their egos will sometimes need stroking, but we are left with a feeling of invisibility. Next time, we shall refrain from using deodorant! Lol.
My hope is that this project will gain a following of copy cats, after reading the praise of those who enjoyed the concept. I am hoping that some of the men will pull up their boot-straps and put what it is they are looking for in women out there, inviting them to a place they identify with.
I hope that the beautiful Latinos will put up postings, and make affirmations, lovingly asking for what it is they want in Graton, in their homeland, in their lives.
Visualize what it is you want in great detail. Do not ever allow negative or fearful thoughts to invade your vision...clearly see what it is you want. What does she smell like? How does her laugh sound? What does the light in your home look like? What is the color of the walls? What about the flowers you set on your table? How does your bed feel when you lie down, or when you wake up in the middle of the night staring into the darkness? What do you do when your loved one weeps? Do you hear tears of laughter or sorrow? What do you do to bring comfort? How do you feel when you are with Him/her? What does his hair feel like between your fingers? What do you do to prepare yourself when you are about to see her? Where do you see yourself each day...working or tending to your garden? What will you plant next, and how tall will it grow before it begins bearing fruit? Think of the love you feel from your friends....how they make you laugh even at the things that are terrible in our shared society. Put those thoughts into the world. Be very specific. She is walking toward you. You are building the home of your dreams. He has his arm around you.
Life is a bitch for all of us.
We each decide from moment to moment, whether we are happy or sad, victim or victor.
I ask that you please post your messages publicly, so that the rest of the world can assist me in helping us all evolve, and I can continue with the other areas in my life.
Lovingly,
Andrea



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