2017. 27 March:Complete&TOTAL MADNESS

In the interest of full disclosure & in need of a confession por favor. I did something REALLY STUPID yesterday but the Gamecocks won advancing to the NCAA Final Four so it isn’t ALL BAD.

It’s a great day to be a gamecock and contributor of funds, sort of, (think 'taxes' as in a tax paying member) of the Gamecock nation.

OK, so I pay reluctantly and infrequently but I DO pay from time to time. Avoiding versus evasion.

That is today’s image. The flag flying high outside the cloud, the mansion on Pecan Hill aka Fort Nirvana.

Yesterday I wore my finest Under Armour Gamecock apparel to work and actually got to watch the end of the game after receiving numerous text messages from Family & friends taking some good-natured shots of ribbing.

The Cock’s were down at the half (-7) but pulled back, pulled away and dispatched the bad Florida gators. Doyle had it as all over and Kentucky Fried Chicken. AT THE HALF !!

NEWSFLASH: They play TWO (2) halves ... maybe that's why ?

Fans, it was SWEET. I have some loudmouth Florida friends that apparently LOVE to boast and I made sure I ‘reached out’ to as many as possible. The idiot at work that was not a FL alum but often wears a gator cap wasn’t in and he would have been #1 on my crash the party list.

Number 2 for sure would have been little Joey Gazdek. Rhymes with trainwreck. Little puke of a loudmouth. Long distance & good riddance.

One of the assistant managers, Randy, wore his gator shirt. Not an alum either but just a fan and he was cool to tease a little. Good natured all. Except Brian. Just a little animosity there.

I started an entry since the previous post and it crash & burned on the pad failing to launch. Failure analysis root cause was a weak morning beverage. The hot estate grown tea blend was good & a nice change but didn’t get the job done to start with and focus most of the day was a minor problem.

SO WHAT’S THE CONFESSION ?

YOU would remember AND remind moi. I am both so ashamed & embarrassed but that's part of the 'healing'. Or so I have been told. By 'experts' no less.

I jumped on an online 'dating' site. I feel so filthy. I can't seem to get CLEAN enough. Here’s the story.

It started harmlessly enough seeing an ad on telly for ‘older peoples’ dating. Swifter, safer, calmer & cleaner. Wrong. Oh, so wrong.

I started to sign up and pulled back part way thru the process. Wasn’t going to do it. And didn’t.

But I did give my secondary email used for such occasions. I thought I was out of the forest & home free not having paid for the 'services'. Once again incorrectly I thought.

Until a couple of days later I happen to check & noticed in that accounts spam folder an email with ‘my matches’ for today.

Being curious I took a peek and I did NOT grab a paper & crayon to write to Mum.

But after a couple of weeks, on & off, browsing matches of the day, the collection of thousands of lost, desperate & pathetic souls, I mused I would almost EXPECT to see the x on there.

I started to notice 2-3 that got my attention.

A couple of weeks later, I jotted down names and was actually able to read & reviewed respective profiles.

One caught my interest and actually held my interest. Not perfect which I get but something to consider a next step.

I tested the firewalls and they were all tight so there would be no ‘free’ contact.

Another week of pondering. When the Gamecocks beat Baylor I was felling good and probably a bit lucky myself and my guard slipped. I ‘reached out’, pulled out the plastic and sent the flare.

To her credit, 55 (part of her site moniker) did respond promptly, briefly & politely I guess. Without a profile or picture(s), no tickey no washy.

This was gauntlet down. I sent back another message with the website url and a note that images were posted there, the site was a profile facsimile and I would remove the photos later. Surgical strike, guerrilla tactics for commando dating right ?

Which is now done.

I heard nothing back and can only assume the effort was brush aside, dismissed or perhaps not received.

Either way, any way, no harm, no fowl & no problem. Perhaps she did not write her own profile, who knows and at this stage now, who cares ?

I quickly licked the wounds and have FULLY recovered AND most importantly LEARNED the LESSON.

AND THAT WOULD BE … POR FAVOR ?

Your Spanish is improving. Your timing and manners as well.

Looking for love (? BOI-ing) on line is the wrong place. I vividly recall the words of Father Bradley that day after meeting with Jenkins earlier who offered congruent advice. I was fine and nothing, NOTHING would be found on-line.

How, why would I doubt a man of the cloth? What WAS I thinking ? I guess luck and optimism are hold outs and nothing ventured nothing gained.

The whole profile thing and all the garbage of checking emails, the little ‘games’. Did/DO I have the time for this ? Were one of my legs long enough I would kick myself in the arse.

What WAS I THINKING ?

Going to quit now while I still have my wits.

Big day today wrt preps. I'll be out of pocket for a few. Arts in Bloom in a couple of weeks so NO TIME for such frivolity.

Life goes on and it’s ALL GOOD.