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Dealing with Homelessness I actually went to a potluck in Oct. and met this young homeless guy. I think he probably wanted to stay at my house, He also asked me if I needed a boyfriend. I asked him where he lived and he said Pioneer Square. We went out for drinks, and I offered to give him a ride back to Pioneer Square, but I didn't know that I was dropping him off at the homeless shelter until he finally told me. He had a cell phone, and was looking for work in Seattle after arriving a week or so earlier. He had an aunt living up in Bellingham, WA, but he didn't want to ask to stay with her or money. I told this story on my other dating blog. Long ago, when I had my first apartment, my first Ex-boyfriend rang my doorbell and needed a place to stay for the night, since he was homeless. So I did let him sleep in one of my chairs. No he didn't take advantage of me. Another time, I saw him in line at the homeless shelter in Pioneer Square, in Seattle. But I didn't feel like facing him and made it a point to avoid him. So two guys I met in my lifetime that were staying at the Homeless shelters. We also have a Tent City in Seattle, that moves from Church to Church around the Seattle Area. People are still out of work and struggling. I do know that our Divorce Social Group will volunteer to cook and feed the homeless in downtown, once in awhile. It does make you appreciate more of just have a permanent place to stay. I two was homeless once, but only for one month, after I left my husband. I didn't tell my parents for 2 weeks that I left my Ex., since I thought my mom would have a cow and try to argue with me to go back. But she didn't after I told my parents of the abuse I faced with him. My closest relatives and one girlfriend, rejected me in allowing me to stay with them too. They couldn't stand in having me stay with them for one night, even though they had extra bedrooms. I didn't waste too much time in talking with them since they were all stubborn. But I have a wide network of acquaintances that did help me out when I needed a place to stay. Like a salesperson, I made some cold calls to people I don't normally talk too. I also called one of my friends who owns a hotel in Chinatown and offered her to do some office work if she needed something done. It would of been a problem to find a place to park my car for free. So I never slept on the streets or in my car. I didn't ask my parents for money. I also had access to my own credit cards. Some women, I've talked with who also had to leave their husbands or boyfriends, ended up homeless as well. They slept in their cars. So remember to appreciate the simple pleasures of having your own place!  Sugi Dancer, Dating Coach |
