In our pop culture, one often hears about the "white knight in shining armor" who gallops in on his trusty stead to rescue the "damsel in distress." But since about the time that the series "Wonder Woman" and "Charlie's Angels" came out on television, we've been seeing more and more, with each passing year, fearless women courageously coming to the aid of hapless men -- and if she's gotta kick four or five guys' butts simultaneously, well then . . . sometimes a gal's gotta go what a gal's gotta do!

However, in the real world, in our actual nut-and-bolts society, on the other side of the TV screen or movie screen, it's the way it's always been: Men come to the rescue of women. Women do NOT come to the rescue of men.

Or is it true?

Somewhere out there, in all of the greater metro area of Seattle, in all of Washington State, for that matter, does there actually exist the species of women courageous enough and intelligent enough and sensitive enough to come to the rescue of one hapless male . . . in other words, me.

I'm from Queens, NYC, having arrived here in Seattle via a Greyhound bus at the Stewart Street station four weeks ago, and currently I am down to the last few bucks in my wallet and some spare change in my pocket. Basically, I have no family left and no friends who are in a financial position to help me.

Although I am technically homeless, I don't look (at least for now) anything like the derelicts on the street that one might typically envision. I am slowly getting there, though, as whatever clothes or underclothes that've gotten dirty, I've simply thrown away, as I do not have access to a laundry.

I am in my 40s, blue eyed, a college graduate, clean, quiet, disease-free, drug-free, alcohol-free, and a non-smoker. I am polite, considerate of others' feelings, and warm-hearted. I've never been married and I don't have any children.

I'm proud to say that I've never physically hurt or manhandled a girl or woman in my life, and that, in point of fact, whenever I've been in a relationship with a woman, I've never even flirted with someone else, for I feel that flirting -- even when done innocently or casually -- is just one small step from actually cheating.

Also in my favor is that I have a kind of photographic memory for important dates like "first time we went out on an actual date," or "first time we kissed," or "first time we made love," and definitely for anniversaries, birthdays, and other special, personal occasions.

What I am looking for is a successful and generous woman, preferably mature (40s – 60s, younger women are just so superficial and boring) who is in a financially secure enough position to be able to actually help me. I desperately need a place to stay.

During the first three weeks of my having arrived in Seattle, I'd been sleeping out on cold, rainy nights on a bench in front of the U.S. Courthouse building at 700 Stewart Street, just a block from the Greyhound terminal. But when the horrendous rains came this past week, I was forced to seek shelter, both literally and figuratively, at a shelter just two blocks up Stewart Street, at a church called the Gethsemane Lutheran Church. True, it's much warmer than the aforementioned benches, but all one gets is a mat on the basement floor in the midst of horribly snoring men. For all intents and purposes, a lateral move, really.

If you coincidentally passed by the courthouse, yourself, you might've already seen me: A blue-blazered man with glasses, fair-skinned, with short brown hair (I haven't started going bald), and awkwardly lugging about all the possessions that he has left in this world distributed between one dufflebag (white, with blue and red accents) and one dark-green, rolling suitcase (whose wheels are about to fall off).

What I'm looking for is an opportunity to work at least 40 hours per week for a warm-spirited, altruistic woman who could use someone as a personal assistant or housekeeper (or who needs someone to assist her in her actual place of business).

I would also need to live with her or live on-site where the business is located.

I'M WILLING TO WORK AT JUST ABOUT ANYTHING !!!

Later on down the line, if we both feel that the next step can be taken toward actually building a loving relationship, then that would be superb. I would definitely be amenable toward that. But initially, it might be better if things were kept at a friendly but casual pace . . . as they say, "platonic."

Please, if you can help, contact me as soon as possible. Or perhaps you know of someone else who's in a position to help. I'm sending this posting out through the Seattle Public Library's computers on 1000 Fourth Avenue. But I don't know if the security guards will let me back in again, as there's a lot of other homeless who try to get into the library, and the guards have already started noticing that I'm always carrying my bags with me.

THIS POSTING IS NOT A HOAX, and please trust me that I am NOT a criminal or a bad person. Nor do I have any outstanding warrants, nor is any agency of law enforcement looking for me. I currently have government-issued, picture ID, which is in good standing.

Simply put, I'm just someone who's, basically, "fallen, and can't get back up." Someone who is out on his luck and who desperately needs help. Once again, if you, yourself, are not in a position to help, maybe you know someone else who can. If so, please contact them and let 'em know about me. But, please, time is of the essence here.

Truth be told, with each and every passing day, I'm becoming more and more depressed, and I'm starting to feel as if my life is slipping away from me -- what emergency-room doctors might call, "circling the drain."

Here's hoping you can help. Until then, here I go, again, back to those cold, wet benches in front of the courthouse out on Stewart or back into the Gethsemane shelter.

With great sincerity,

Bobby D.