In our pop culture, one often hears about the "white knight in shining armor"
who gallops in on his trusty stead to rescue the "damsel in distress." But
since about the time that the series "Wonder Woman" and "Charlie's Angels" came
out on television, we've been seeing more and more, with each passing year,
fearless women courageously coming to the aid of hapless men -- and if she's
gotta kick four or five guys' butts simultaneously, well then . . . sometimes
a gal's gotta go what a gal's gotta do!

However, in the real world, in our actual nut-and-bolts society, on the other
side of the TV screen or movie screen, it's the way it's always been: Men come
to the rescue of women. Women do NOT come to the rescue of men.

Or is it true?

Somewhere out there, in all of the greater metro area of Seattle, in all of
Washington State, for that matter, does there actually exist the species of
women courageous enough and intelligent enough and sensitive enough to come to
the rescue of one hapless male . . . in other words, me.

I'm from Queens, NYC, having arrived here in Seattle via a Greyhound bus at the
Stewart Street station four weeks ago, and currently I am down to the last few
bucks in my wallet and some spare change in my pocket.. Basically, I have no
family left and no friends who are in a financial position to help me.

Although I am technically homeless, I don't look (at least for now) anything
like the derelicts on the street that one might typically envision. I am slowly
getting there, though, as whatever clothes or underclothes that've gotten dirty,
I've simply thrown away, as I do not have access to a laundry.

I am in my 40s, blue eyed, a college graduate, clean, quiet, disease-free,
drug-free, alcohol-free, and a non-smoker. I am polite, considerate of others'
feelings, and warm-hearted. I've never been married and I don't have any
children.

I'm proud to say that I've never physically hurt or manhandled a girl or woman
in my life, and that, in point of fact, whenever I've been in a relationship
with a woman, I've never even flirted with someone else, for I feel that
flirting -- even when done innocently or casually -- is just one small step from
actually cheating.

Also in my favor is that I have a kind of photographic memory for important
dates like "first time we went out on an actual date," or "first time we
kissed," or "first time we made love," and definitely for anniversaries,
birthdays, and other special, personal occasions.

What I am looking for is a successful and generous woman, preferably mature (40s
– 60s, younger women are just so superficial and boring) who is in a financially
secure enough position to be able to actually help me. I desperately need a
place to stay.

During the first three weeks of my having arrived in Seattle, I'd been sleeping
out on cold, rainy nights on a bench in front of the U.S.. Courthouse building
at 700 Stewart Street, just a block from the Greyhound terminal. But when the
horrendous rains came this past week, I was forced to seek shelter, both
literally and figuratively, at a shelter just two blocks up Stewart Street, at a
church called the Gethsemane Lutheran Church. True, it's much warmer than the
aforementioned benches, but all one gets is a mat on the basement floor in the
midst of horribly snoring men. For all intents and purposes, a lateral move,
really.

If you coincidentally passed by the courthouse, yourself, you might've already
seen me: A blue-blazered man with glasses, fair-skinned, with short brown hair
(I haven't started going bald), and awkwardly lugging about all the possessions
that he has left in this world distributed between one dufflebag (white, with
blue and red accents) and one dark-green, rolling suitcase (whose wheels are
about to fall off).

What I'm looking for is an opportunity to work at least 40 hours per week for a
warm-spirited, altruistic woman who could use someone as a personal assistant or
housekeeper (or who needs someone to assist her in her actual place of
business).
I would also need to live with her or live on-site where the business is
located.

I'M WILLING TO WORK AT JUST ABOUT ANYTHING !!!

Later on down the line, if we both feel that the next step can be taken toward
actually building a loving relationship, then that would be superb.. I would
definitely be amenable toward that. But initially, it might be better if things
were kept at a friendly but casual pace . .. . as they say, "platonic."

Please, if you can help, contact me as soon as possible. Or perhaps you know of
someone else who's in a position to help. I'm sending this posting out through
the Seattle Public Library's computers on 1000 Fourth Avenue. But I don't know
if the security guards will let me back in again, as there's a lot of other
homeless who try to get into the library, and the guards have already started
noticing that I'm always carrying my bags with me.

THIS POSTING IS NOT A HOAX, and please trust me that I am NOT a criminal or a
bad person. Nor do I have any outstanding warrants, nor is any agency of law
enforcement looking for me. I currently have government-issued, picture ID,
which is in good standing.

Simply put, I'm just someone who's, basically, "fallen, and can't get back up."
Someone who is out on his luck and who desperately needs help. Once again, if
you, yourself, are not in a position to help, maybe you know someone else who
can. If so, please contact them and let 'em know about me. But, please, time
is of the essence here.

Truth be told, with each and every passing day, I'm becoming more and more
depressed, and I'm starting to feel as if my life is slipping away from me --
what emergency-room doctors might call, "circling the drain."

Here's hoping you can help. Until then, here I go, again, back to those cold,
wet benches in front of the courthouse out on Stewart or back into the
Gethsemane shelter.

With great sincerity,
Bobby D.