Kiss-me Marketing with Value

"Every man shall kiss his lips that giveth a right answer" Proverbs 24:26

Focused on treasuring your name, building a bridge to you, and proper follow up.

Let's get to know each other, my name's Cathy. Also, known as Cath, Cat, Cassy, Catty, Caffy, Fletch, Fletcher, or Hey You :) Pick one, it's all good.

Love to get to know you, but until then, look around, get a feel for things. I positively love new things, especially if they're f.ree. 7 Great Lies of Network Marketing is just that. See what you think.

"Qualify yourself to get resources you need"...rather go back to school for complimentary online training?

All you have to be is decisive. If I can do it, you can do it better!

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MarketingMerge (Ann Sieg & Mike Klingler) mentioned that attraction marketing is like dating, and some of the teaching in Christian Carter's Catch Him and Keep Him ebook struck a chord with me. I'm talking about the idea of it, not the actual man to woman relationship that Christian is talking about. I want to say, the prospect relationship is more like dating than friendship.

You must be constantly proving yourself, that is, not take for granted that your precious contact is going to stay without courtship.

So if a dating relationship starts off as a short "let's go for coffee" rather than dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town, it's a better start. And to further make it clear, there's such thing as an Eskimo kiss, which is to touch noses, and is, really, rather charming, don't you think? Anyway, I love rabbits--don't have one at the moment--but, I mean they're so cute the way they nudge noses to say "hello".

I like to think of this little piece of online real estate in the same way, as an introduction. And shortly we may get into the business of exchange.

You've heard of six degrees of separation? Many times it's seems tighter than that, so that means you're only a few people away from knowing everyone else on the entire planet.

My hair dresser in Vancouver is Susan. She used to cut my hair and her daughter is my daughter's former best friend (we moved). I used to date Bernie, an Acadian Frenchman who was full of stories. Every six weeks she'd get the next installment of my life (of everyone's life) and when Bernie finally left for Toronto for a great job she decided to hook me up. So, her boyfriend, John worked with Chris who was looking to date. I wasn't really ready but Susan decided I should just get back in the saddle. She made some calls and gets and gives me Chris' phone number.

Never have I called a man out of the blue before (except for Bernie), but there's a first time for everything, right? Being pretty brave I called the man and he didn't pick up so I had to leave a message and congratulated myself until I realized that I did not leave my phone number. Well, if you haven't embarrassed yourself at least once a day, you're not really putting yourself out there, are you? Some hours later, I called again and this time he picked up (and he knows my voice because, actually, I sound like a twelve year old). Apparently, the torture had already begun ;)

We met at Starbucks for coffee (the first sight of him was: expensive suit, reading the financial section of the newspaper), went for a walk, and each had other plans so by the time it was over I had already decided never to see him again...I could have killed my friend! This man had just lost his wife four months previously and was you-can-just-imagine! So, okay--neither of us "knows the game" but he at least knows to let me go, doesn't he? There I am standing in my tear-aways just about to make my getaway and what does he do? He sets me up for our next date! And he suggests the very best restaurant in town (The Tea House, Stanley Park--that used to be the Officer's Club that I've never been to). I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights...and he, being very good at reading people (international banking software sales), knew something was wrong. He was saying perhaps I'd like to go somewhere else? And like an idiot, I heard myself saying "No, no...that'll be fine". That was the beginning of a very slippery slope.

What was the point to this story? Just a little entertainment :)

Oh, and five years later, he moved to Ottawa to work in the Defense Department...I had a hard time ending that one ("meet me in Paris") and needed heavenly help...I was saved towards the end of this relationship, and it was even more romantic than the beginning if possible. Anyway, Susan's now husband (remember John and Chris used to work together?) had a brother who worked where? In the seat next to "Solider Boy" as my carpool guy used to call him. Actually by then he'd risen in the ranks twice... He told me I couldn't call him "Major Muffin" and he ought to be "Stud Muffin". Whatever!

You know how us women can be...this man was a hero fighting the wild fires near Kelowna for gosh sakes...I didn't stand a chance!

My friend Susan, of course, is still getting the installments every six weeks. One day she asked me a couple of probing questions, and though I wasn't in the habit of calling the man, I thought I'd better. He had been sending "love Chris" cards and money, and how am I supposed to know anything? Susan said she thought something was going on, so I called him and a woman answered and I politely asked for Chris. Spoke to him casually for a bit, asked if that was his girlfriend and with just the right hesitation he admitted it (having his hand caught in the cookie jar) and me with my English ancestry could not really express emotion. We hung up in a civilized way. Then I cried for six hours straight. Dealt with it. End of story. Well, I went on to bring my quirky entertainment to the table elsewhere.

What was my point again? Oh yeah: the world and the people in it are connected much more than you know.

Now, not too many will find this lens, so no worries. And if it is found, everyone is cast in a better light than the story teller so it's all good.

The Toronto Star ran an article July 2nd, 2009 on how important is the first kiss.

Basically the University of Albany found that 59% of men and 66% of women said that the attraction ended after the first kiss! That period of attraction was delicious, and then what happened?

Apparently a huge part of our brains are used processing the signals in romantic contact (34 facial muscles, + 112 posture muscles). Sheesh. And I don't want to go into the possible origins of kissing, it just seems dumb. I am not a bird!

The dictionary says that a kiss is "a salute made by touching with the lips pressed closely together and suddenly parting them." Hugh Morris (1936) says in The Art of Kissing that no two kisses are alike.

In your family, is there a greeting kiss? And, or, perhaps a parting kiss? There is in my family, but just with my parents. Isn't that funny...