Note One: The Unusual Way I Found God Through Notes On Napkins

I start this post with a quote from scripture.

The Book of Matthew, 4:18-20.

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And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.
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And he saith unto them, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
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And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.

Those who know me know that I am not a person who is very religious.

I am also not a person who is into tattoos.

Well…that is what makes this picture so unorthodox.

Pictures of a “fish” of Jesus, and the florists building, close to my family.

You see, I have been preparing to go to Maryland, where I will start my true adult life. The purpose of this site – and my life – until recently was to go into my neighborhood bar and writing notes on napkins, every day.

This notes on napkining – yes, it is a verb for me – led me to countless “fish.”

And I learned that I needed to find my calling. The persons who awoke me to all this were my parents, a woman named Charity, who I have the goal of sharing a life with someday, and the countless fish I caught on my napkins.

Charity, the woman I want to spend my life with.

My living arrangements are fully apportioned for me to be able to follow my passion for writing, and this is my first post where I say: God is great.

I met all of you. Write to me, at about@sfnotesonnapkins.com about how we met, and I will weave a tale of morality. Most of all, there are many fish in the sea. Maryland, for a year, is for me. Hopefully after that? Time will tell.

God bless,

Andrew Moudry

About Me

I am a satirical writer, pianist, business guy (marketing), and San Franciscan. And more than anything I am a hopeless romantic and storytelling jokester. With the attention span of a fish in social situations.

After working at CoffeeMeetsBagel on the marketing team, I was turned on to content marketing. Since then, I have dated and socialized. A ton. I’m still single and and still very much lonely, so something hasn’t been working.

Until! I struck a chord. A post went viral at Nextdoor.com, about a happenstance meeting. It was a missed connection on an UberPool.

And I was hooked. Not on the pursuit – but on putting to words what many people don’t really think about: the romantic (and platonic) connections that we make without knowing it.

Every single day.

So I make those connections, and take my notes on napkins. And look really, really awkward turtle doing it. I have expanded these thoughts to include thelivingsatirist.com, where I will build out my story. Think “Rent” meets “Groundhog Day.”

This may be crap. But for now? Let’s figure it out together.

Write to me at about@sfnotesonnapkins.com.