Second thing: locate the cute boys.
Before I moved to Santa Cruz, I didn't give much thought as to where I would actually go to find the second thing. I assumed the beach would be my first and only stop. My house (on the lower west side) was three blocks from Steamer Lane lighthouse (or as the locals say, "the Lane.") I had the kind of satisifaction you get when your food source and cute boy source are so close to your house and within walking distance. wooohoo!
I mean, what could go wrong?
ON my first trip venturing out, I walked down from my house on Walk Circle to W. Cliff Drive. THREE whole blocks. Then--the Pacific Ocean at my feet. Wowee, I thought, I am living da life, yo! Feeling bossy! Feeling the 1% thingy.
Fortunately, I had brought my binoculars with me -- not only can you see things, but they're very handy to have as a conversation starter. You put them on, and people *always* want to know what you're looking at, They can't help themselves.
Which is how I met Eric. Imagine Robert Redford (in his younger days) as a surfer boy. Blonde. Chiseled. Masculine. A surfer boy who was also a carpenter and could build things. (how convenient for a new homeowner.) If I had been casting a movie about surfers he would've been my first, second, and third choice.
He struck up a conversation with me about the binoculars, and proceeded to brag about his carpenter and remodeling skills. And here I am, new to town, new to surfer boys, and regressing steadily backwards at approximately 6 months per sentence. By the time our conversaton was finished, I had regressed to age 14 and had given him my phone #.