Wednesday, Jan. 27, 2010 - 1:56 p.m.
Facebook, Facebook Where For Art Thou ?
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that little pop sound goes off
someone is trying to
FB chat w me mid afternoon..
how very odd
I never do
that sort of stuff
during normal working hrs
or even during
abnormal working hrs
I wonder if the
Nigerian Spammers
have found me..
I wouldn't be surprised
so with suspicious curiosity
I look in the chat slate
to see whos behind the signal pop
it's the Chrush
online mid day
mid week
mid winter
I can feel my stomach lining
tearing itself loose
awakening a flock of butterflies
so I reply with a guarded hello
and she says
she is on
her lunch break
so I salute her
with some restraint
and some how
the topic of
flowers and hugs & stalkers
comes up and I say
I would never stalk her
and she said if i did
she would blow an air horn
in my ear.
like her cousin did
when someone stalked her
I mentioned
that beautiful people
have so many troubles..
That was not exactly put
as neutrally worded
as i had wished
but she says
that sentence energized her
and she signs off with.. hugs
......OH OH
I really have to
do something about this
and clear the air
straighten out
all that has gone crooked
and steer her back to
" her relationship "
with whomever
she is relating with these days
and then I ride away
into the sunset
roll a stone over
this whole crazy story
and never ever
let anything like this
ever ever happen again.
" Please "... is a magic word'
" Thank You" ...is a magic word
" Sorry "... is _not a magic word
