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I’ve known (of) Jake for twenty years throughElise – but we’d never met. At that time he was just just that hot waiter at Brandts – and thoroughly unobtainable. (hetero). Thanks to the evil of The Great Book of Faces we’d start chatting and pinged pretty good off each other which eventually lead to a few marathon phone shoot-the-shit-a-thons at the end of last year.

At 40 you care a lot less about whether or not someone’s an obtainable sexual conquest and a lot more about the stuff people are made of. After our inaugural hang out of last night, I can say Mr. Mote is made of some nice stuff indeed: gentle humility, empathy and healthy helping of the kind of wisdom you get from taking the longer way around the block….. Thoroughly charming.

yes yes yes….. and there’s that epic ginger beard. *faints* (I’m man-crushing a little.) He was a good sport about it and let me shoot his portrait. (I did warn him he’d likely blow up on Tumblr among my circle of friends.)

MO/BRO friendships are really rewarding… I cherish all of mine… ( and bonus… boys don’t get jealous like my beloved girlfriends who I must keep separated – less they claw eachother’s eyes out )

Received a heartwarming text the next day from Mr. Mote about the evening… He’s quite the wordsmith:

“It was lovely – and past due. You guys have this great cadence of speech with each other. It’s something that only comes with time I think, like a rhythm where the chaff of unnecessary syllables (if not entire phrases) is completely ignored. Fuzzy telepathy, maybe? So no… Thank you mister.”

grip and grin 2

I said something obnoxious

Spent most of yesterday working on-site for LoanScapes.

The company is mostly staffed by gays and lesbians and therefore likes to canvas community specific publications, especially the Pride Festival.

I’ve really grown to like this account and have gotten over my nerve-racked, intimidated opinion of the president when I first picked them up as a client.

The camaraderie and silliness makes it a fun place to camp out and work some days. There’s other things, like any corporate environment, that reaffirm my decision years ago to never be a payroll jockey and be trapped in a cube 40 hours a week.

The loan officers are pretty much “free-guns” and are encouraged to work their own angle at getting new business. Here now after nearly a year of servicing the account, “uber-frau” (the big boss) is starting to trust me and let me have some fun.

loanscapes adYesterday’s assignment was sitting with the two papa-bears who work there to develop some “them-specific” campaign materials for them to run in bear run books and stick up at fur-friendly bars, etc.

In a nutshell we sat and talked about where they wanted to run their spots… I hauled them up to the front of the office where there was good supplemental light and proceeded to make a complete ass out of myself to get them to loosen up and laugh. Of course I monopolized on the very well known fact that I have a big ole schmoopy-spot for men my father’s age. (*Paging Dr. Freud – Paging Dr. Sigmund Freud – Please report to the cerebral cortex*)

If I was blogging – I’d probably try to shamelessly plug them and try to send them business. I rec’d them tobleepkeeper for his refinancing but haven’t checked in to see how it’s going and if he’s been happy with them.