Tuesday, March 15, 2011

An Awful Blind Date

Summer 2009
FYI: I still don’t trust the judgement of the friend who arranged our meeting

NGC 3132 The Eight Burst Nebula

He was the sort of fellow that attracted scientific curiosity with his close-set eyes and sallow skin, the result I’m certain of inbreeding conjoined twins created on The Island of Dr. Moreau. Sitting there with his smug sneer in his Brooks Brothers suit spouting rhetoric acquired from too many viewing of Oliver Stone’s Wall Street. To say the man had the intellectual curiosity of a dust mite is a gross offence to the mite for it at least served a purpose. He was rude to the serving staff and for the thirty-minutes I was able to tolerate his company I became certain he would die alone. Proving once more my complete inability to accurately assess the finer points of a desirable mate for I not so long ago ran into the little toad and he is now engaged to married.
My love my care,


  1. how are you, Dearest?
    do you remember me?

    i once was a dragonfly.


  2. Oh dear . . . it seems we might have dated the same person.