Cheryl

Lo and behold I got a response. Turned out it was someone I had already had an email relationship of sorts, about a year before. I do not remember much accept I know that she quit writing. Maybe it was that I had said that Obama is CIA. I know I said that to somebody and they quit writing. I know she quit writing because I have never just stopped writing, not once. In fact I only ever concluded an email correspondence once, and that was after indicating the reason. Neither do I press it. If they do not return I do not return. So we shot back and forth a bit and I ended up sending this person my web-site address. Now that may be a first, since ten years ago, when I sent it to Anna my ex, on meeting her on net-personals. I don't usually do that because it is a poison pill. I told her you will probably stop talking to me; a lot of people do. And she did, but not before giving me an absolutely great compliment. Or she may have quit writing because I told her I was going to spend two days in solitary confinement, meaning two days alone and all by myself. She asked about that and I explained it. Never heard since. Maybe she got the idea I am in a loony bin. Maybe she just not interested in all this 'intellectualousity'. Couldn't blame her for that.

She wrote: "Who exactly is paying you to work on this theory? The complexity of your brain to even begin to wrap your mind around this must be amazing. I admire you for trying to understand and find solutions to the problems of our planet....and you are one of the few who have figured out why you are here. What is your awareness of where you have come from to be given this task? I find it fascinating." Well this was flattering. Previously she had not shown much spark. Of course I interpreted this remark as a sign of real intelligence. I got highly interested. But then I had told her how poor I was as well - my work the reason primarily; a way to say it, that would make sense.

Well - well some confirmation. Don't get that often. Have been pretty much alone in this. Really doesn't matter. Like a teenager I saved from drowning once, with the kid's whole family there. I saw the mother's terror stricken face run past me and dive into the water. Then I saw the drowning hand. I swam past her like she was going backwards and rescued that kid. I did not get a word of acknowledgment ever, probably because I had long hair and a beard, which was still frowned on in those days long ago. But that didn't matter. I did it because I could and easily; and it needed to be done.

I hope the Craigslist lady doesn't mind my using her in this chronicle. My rule has always been to use real events and people as a means to help other people with their problems. Real experience is better than anything I could make up, and has a truth-existence in reality. Of course I am always careful to not use real names so as to protect people's privacy. Probably another reason, maybe the real reason I can't remember names.

She was East Indian in the Dollar Store. Young, twenty-one or two, really good looking, knee length dress, legs a little too chubby, all fixed up. There was water on the floor and so I told a worker. I said, "a law suite waiting to happen". He said he would get something for it. I said do you want me to guard it? He said yes. So I was guarding it and the young woman was in the adjoining isle. I admired her. She knew I was admiring her. Why else should she get all fixed up? The guy comes back with a rag. Thanks he says. Thank you I say for being here. I got some hot dogs for a buck. At the check-out line she came in right behind me. I says you can't beat these prices. She said, "yes you can't". I said, "I am old and kind of need this store now. What you are suppose to do is get richer the older you get and not poorer. I did the reverse. I get poorer as I get older. You are not suppose to do that". She said she hoped 'that to be richer would be true for her'. I said you are so beautiful that I cannot see you as anything but getting richer, unless you make a bad mistake. She said, "Well that is just it, isn't it". I said I have been studying human nature all of my life. I said you go to college? she said yes and named the college. She said ... and then the checker intervened and I was up. Oh well - too young, sweet and innocent no matter how appealing she is. God I am a flirt.

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