Traveling is Only As Good As the Person You Are With

Hey, good morning.

I woke in the middle of the night, with this blog on my mind.
What am I going to write about?
So much has happened to me...and much of it a little discouraging, I'm not gonna lie.

 I had been planning to go to the NewULife conference in Anaheim, CA this month.
A friend of a friend, we'll call her Miss VagueProducer, had expressed interest in the Homeopathic Transdermal HGH Gel that has been making me feel so young and good, and she'd said she'd like to go with me.  GetontheGel.com

My 25 yr old daughter models and also has started recommending the gel, because it has helped with her flexibility, and it has such a generous income opportunity for those who recommend it, had also planned to be there with a friend of hers that models.  Geeze! I've signed up all of my 4 daughters as distributors for this stuff, because it is doing such amazing things for people, and has such a lucrative income opportunity.

I thought it might be a good time to spend more time in LA, as I had not been there since I was a kid with my parents.

Miss VagueProducer suddenly flew into Miami a week and a half before the conference and needed a place to stay.  She had generously offered me to stay with her in her place in Marina del Rey, while we were in CA, and not at the conference.  I had told her that I would get the hotel room for the conference for us to share, but that I could also stay with my daughter, if that would be better for her. At first she had said it would be better for me to stay with my daughter, but suddenly, that day, she wanted me to stay with her when we were there.

After she'd been staying with me for a week, Miss VagueProducer announced that she wouldn't be able to leave Miami with me.  However, I was still more than welcome to use her apartment in Marina del Rey, and even her car if I wanted.  This was very nice, but I am not accustomed to opening my house to guests.  I just finally got my own place, after living with my kids for 25 years...I really enjoy my time to myself, and I wasn't really ready for a guest who may or may not come home, and who didn't feel comfortable sharing her itinerary for the day, nor answering her phone or texts throughout the day.

Anyway, what could I say?  Miss VagueProducer, closer to my daughter's age than mine, had also opened up her home to me, so altho I expressed to her my discomfort with the situation.  I told her she could remain at my place until I returned.

Now, I needed to find a guest to bring to the event...I never like to be alone at events like that...because they can get so exciting.  So I had to find someone else to bring.

Well, another friend of mine, who I'll call Mr. HeatMiser, for obvious reasons later to be realized, who I hadn't physically seen in 2 years since we met at a Swim Week Event here in South Beach, had been corresponding with me through facebook, and inquiring about the HGH Gel, but had told me he thought it was too good to be true.  When Mr HeatMiser and I met and spent time together, I never saw him drinking.  At the time, I wasn't sure if he was just cheap, because he never offered me a drink either.  Over the years, we had realized that we had friends in common...mainly my college room-mate, and funny thing was, Mr HeatMiser had dated HER room-mate for a year, and things were left so poorly that when I was in San Diego last year, this girl wouldn't even meet me, knowing I had met and spent time with him.

Once in Marina del Rey, he picked me up to take me to the event.  I had told him that he could share my room with me, because Miss VagueProducer hadn't come, if he didn't mind driving.  We had such a nice drive.  It was about an hour and a half, and this guy seemed so cool.  I was thinking that I couldn't understand why I'd heard such bad things about this guy, when he's always been so nice to me, and he had lots of interesting stories of his adventures.

We checked in to the hotel, and went down to the lobby to meet my friends, but just before that, he pulled an almost empty bottle of tequila out of his bag.  He went and got ice.  FUN!  I love tequila, and while this guy seemed a little cheap again, bringing his own, this was a fun start!

Suddenly, Mr HeatMiser needed to get lottery tickets "for his mom."  The lottery was at like 4 Billion, and everyone was talking about it, so I said that I also wanted tickets.  While getting the tickets, he also got a bottle of Patron Tequila.

We went back to the hotel, joined my friends, and we were all ordering tequila drinks from the bar, and the guy who told me about the gel, Rob Schmidt, was so gracious, and ordered us all food to share as well.  At about 8:30pm in CA, it was 11:30pm in Miami, where I live, so I was getting so tired, and Mr. HeatMiser seemed to be visiting with a girl at the bar a lot, so that the people watching were telling me that they thought it was totally disrespectful to me, who had invited him.  I decided to just go to bed when Mr HeatMiser was on one of his long visits to the bathroom.  I was told that I missed him combing his hair with a fork.

In the middle of the night the phone rang, and it was the front desk asking if Mr. HeatMiser could come in.  This was really strange...he had a key, and honestly I considered saying "No," but then where would he sleep??

I woke up early, and went down to breakfast alone.  Figured he'd need some time to sleep, and I wanted to make sure he made the conference, so I brought him back a bite to eat and coffee, and every time he asked me what time it was, I told him it was earlier to get him moving, so we could make the conference!  I noted as we were leaving the room, there was a marajuana cigarette and an open bottle of Patron on the balcony, from the night before, and he had said that he had "fucked a Russian girl in the bathroom," but then he also said that was a joke, but only about 20 minutes later.

I told Mr Heatmiser that we needed to pack up and get out of the room because we wouldn't have time in the middle of the conference.  So, altho he wanted to check out later, he hurried and put the Patron and Listerine in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.  He seemed fine, and actually with really great energy that surprised us both after his late night.  He attributed it to the gel!  I was surprised it was working so quickly, but I have heard of that...He had only been using the gel for 24 hours.  Go to GelTracy.com to try it yourself!

I'm not sure when everything changed, but suddenly, in the middle of the conference, I had a drunk man sitting next to me, telling me that he was so glad he had come to the conference with me, because he felt this gel was "really going to help my parents."  And, "I needed to hear this."

However, Mr HeatMiser, (Because the drunker he got, the more his hair stood completely on end) was also yelling out ball team names intermittently, in the middle of the conference interrupting speakers with unrelated comments,  and at one point told me that if I didn't kiss him he was going to yell.  So, I would peck him next to the lips, and then he would say to me (sticking his tongue out and waving it around), "No, not like that...with your TONGUE."

I was disgusted, and just trying to save the conference, I kept asking him to leave and go sit in the bar and wait for me.  Finally after making a totally lewd comment, something about putting the gel on a penis/vagina.  Finally, he was surrounded and told directly to leave the room.  Friends, at the event told me that I was not going to drive back with him, (I had planned on driving his car), but that I was going to stay with them in the hotel across the street and return Monday.  (it was Saturday, Oct. 20th)

(the next week he told me he still accepted no wrong-doing, 

as he'd heard that 1 of the benefits of the gel is an increased libido, and to him all of his loud vocal additions to the group were perfectly plausible...he was excited "celebrating"
about the Dodgers win)

The next morning, I'd heard he'd been arrested, and sent to jail.
Charged with Trespassing.

When I talked with him, he didn't remember anything that happened, never apologized, and only had excuses for why he'd been harmed by the police who'd pushed him down in the bathroom.  Now he is looking for a lawyer.  Somehow he fabricated a story that makes him look like a victim, and he tells me he is going to cut me in on the profit.

I will tell you the same story that got me outa jury duty a few months ago:

I was in a car accident on my way to a cheerleading camp that I used to work for in college: NCA, The National Cheerleaders Association.  

My seat belt broke and I was thrown 75 ft back into the road.  

I lost the use of the right side of my body, after waking up from a coma for 5 days, 

I lost my memory.  I sued no one.  

I don't believe in making money or profiting in this way.

Makes me feel dirty to even read his texts about this.

However, thanks to the gel, I no longer live in pain from this accident.💖

I spent the rest of the weekend in Anaheim with friends who attended the HGH Gel event with me.
We actually made a video the day following that you can see on my Being Tracy facebook page.www.facebook.com/BeingTracy  Dated: October 21, 2018

I just felt so sad, and in disbelief.  Sad for this guy.  I asked him in the middle of the episode, "Why had he had so much to drink?? Was something bothering him?"  To which he answered, " YES!!  A lot of things are bothering me!!"  He listed a few.

Then, we returned home early Monday morning to Miss VagueProducer's home, and we were locked out!!

My friend, and distributor, Marjorie Romano, who had planned to leave that night, kept asking me: "Are you SURE this is the right apartment??"  And I was a little freaked out..."I THINK IT ISSSS...  But there is a dog in there!!"  And I could hear people!!!  At 8:30am, I guess they weren't expecting us!

Finally, I called Miss VagueProducer, and all was worked out, but when her friend left the apartment that day, not only was there still no coffee, but the girl had hidden the towels, then took the toilet paper (well, maybe she used up the last roll, but still, this is a HIGH PRIORITY item for me!!), and shower gel!!

 So Marjorie Romano and I visited the Tikkun Spa in LA and enjoyed many things...one being a vagina steam...never heard of that!!  But it was very pleasant, I must say!!!

Anyway, I visited with old friends and new friends the next couple of days, who had become my distributors of the gel, and had a nice time also visiting the famous restaurants in Beverly Hills:  Il Fornaio for amazing pasta.  Then a new place that was very busy and nice, Avra and finally Crustacean, with our friend and new distributor, Pilar,  but was ready to leave by Wednesday.  

I didn't feel like anyone was expecting me in South Beach anytime soon, 

so I started looking at my dating app.  With few real viable options, I was ready to return home.

Then one guy, who I'll refer to as, Mr. Bigface, looked really handsome, smart, educated, called me and we talked for a while.  He pleaded with me not to leave, but to wait and meet him.  He would be flying back into Newport Beach, (he said an hour and a 1/2 away, and really wanted to meet me.  

So, with nothing else to do, if I wasn't going to leave, I connected with another man, who actually was very handsome, and interesting.  Not sure we had much in common, but he invited me to visit him in "the Woodlands," and he would send a car for me, and wanted me to join him for a nice dinner and drinks...gave me a choice of restaurants, both of which looked very nice!  

Turns out, the Woodlands is another name for Calabassis, CA.  I was told this is where the Kardashian's live, and I was also told that is not a really great feature about the town...that there are a lot of dramatic events and crying that follow them and their friends, 

when they frequent places there....I was told.

Beautiful area, long drive, and windy road, a little scary, especially because I didn't know who I was meeting, but I was being driven by a nice thoughtful young Uber driver, 

with a nice car, so all seemed good.  

My date for tomorrow, Mr. Bigface, kept jealously calling me, though, 

to see where I was, and who I was with!  I guess he'd expected me to stay home.

Had a great fun early visit in Calabasas, with a wonderful gentleman and got home at 11pm, and purposefully did NOT text Mr. BigFace to let him know, as he'd asked.

The next day, Mr. BigFace wanted to pick me up and maybe make a day of it!  

He said we'd start at the Ritz for lunch, close-by in Marina del Rey!  

Which I always love to visit the Ritz, and this one was beautiful...on the water and very busy.

As soon as he picked me up, I was surprised and disappointed to see that he was about 40 lbs heavier than he looked in his pictures, and it was all in his face.  He had read my blog, and loved it.  Was very inquisitive about these men about whom I've written.  He was also very interested in the Gel Opportunity that it offers to make a lot of money simply by recommending it.

First, he wanted to sit by the fireplace, and then we sat outside on the water by the boats.

I told him that I had decided that I was going home tonight, and that my bag is packed and ready at the apartment.  I had asked before he picked me up if  I could just bring it, and then after lunch he could drop me at the airport.

He said let's just do lunch first, and then you decide if you still want to go.  I wasn't sure, thought maybe some attraction could build if I spent more time with him, but feeling nothing now, I bought a ticket sitting next to him at lunch to leave at midnight, because he had asked me to stay as long as I could.  At first he'd offered to buy it if I stayed a few hours longer, but then when we noticed how much the tickets were leaving from the airport closer to his home, that offer seemed to disappear.

Then we agreed to go by the apartment, and get my bag, and wait for my flight on Hermosa Beach!  I was a little excited to see more of CA...and hoping more attraction and desire would build after getting to know this man more!

Then when we pulled in front of the building where I had been staying, he wanted to park the car in the garage...I kept asking him to just park in front, and I could run up and get my already packed bag.

He said:  "I want to see the apartment."

I said:      "REALLY there is nothing to see...there isn't even any toilet paper."

He said:   "I want to help you."

I said:      "It's just an over-night bag...I don't need any help."

Finally he pulled around front, and I ran up to get my bag....5 minutes later, I was down in front of the building and he'd left.

When I called him, he said that he had called me 3 times, and some emergency had happened to his daughter at cross country, and he had to leave.

I called Lyft to pick me up, to take me to Ruth's Chris until my flight.

Actually, met a wonderful woman there, while waiting for my flight.

Flew into South Beach last Saturday morning, 8am, praising the Lord that this is where I live, and ever so happy to be home.