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I took all I could for about a half an hour, and when her mockery went too far, I decided to split. Maybe I was never truly, the masochist I wanted to be; or more likely it occurred to me that this sort of environment would not be good for my young son.
I remember going down the broad stairs to the street, and I believe she yelled:
"Where are you going?", such that I might conclude that maybe I had something of a chance. But I had already made up my mind, and gravity was carrying me down and out of there. But I thought, she was a little too heavyset for my taste, maybe a little too theatrical, and of not as much substance as I would have wished. So I passed on Anka. Of course this must mean that I had not decided on a painting career as of yet, since a room like I was looking, would not make much of a painting studio.
Had a thing with this guy, whose business I think was located in the Haight - a room referral service, in which for a fee they gave the particulars of people looking to rent rooms - nowadays called craigslist. I paid my fee and got a list of rooms, one of which was probably the place on Lincoln. What I found was that none of the perspective room-renters wanted kids. So I went to see the boss and entrepreneur owner, to get my money back. "You didn't tell me your prospectives were strictly un-wanting of children". I made the argument that the service was no good for me and I should get my money back.
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