My T-Bird!

Dearest St. Hubert,

As I mentioned in a letter to Mr. Babbage, last week, life has been rather surreal for me as of late. Not that I find it troublesome mind you, it’s quite to the contrary actually in that I derive some kind of strange joy from the various circumstances and situations in which I find myself.

The one area of my life that forever befuddles me with such contradictions and circumstances is dating. I don’t know why it’s so difficult for me to find a guy to date. It wouldn’t seem that difficult. Right? But for some reason, for me anyway, it seems that finding a partner for the long haul is tantamount to finding the enchanting chalice more commonly known as the holy grain. And again, there is any number of crazy situations in which I find myself on this misguided journey—many of which lead back to the web service created by a cyber acquaintance of mine one Craig Newmark.

And while dear Mr. Nietzsche so wonderfully defined insanity as the doing the same thing over and over yet expecting a different result, I find myself doing just that. Returning to this cyber-watering hole and expecting somehow things might be different; that I might find someone to connect with for more than just 45 to 120 minutes. That I might find a guy who will treat me with respect and won’t steal away in the night with my heart.

But alas, it’s always the same.

However, in between the heartache, heartbreak and hook ups for surreptitious sex there are moments in which I find myself that are so cosmically confounding (and amusing) that truly I have to throw back my head and let go of a good hearty belly laugh. Recently, I had just once of those types of experiences.

Last weekend during a mediation session, I received an email from a gentleman, G, with whom I’ve been corresponding for about a year now. He answered a posting I placed in the Miscellaneous Romance Section on Craigslist many moons ago. And over the past year we’ve had several exchanges via email and he’s expressed on a couple of occasions the desire to meet. However, such a situation has yet to materialize. But through our latest exchange there were a couple of cosmic coincidences which lead to LOL-worthy moments.

As part of our most recent exchange, I emailed him the link to the letter I’d drafted to Mr. Babbage in which I’d written about him pinging me during my meditation session. For whatever reason, G felt compelled during our exchange to ask if I had an interest in guns and/or target shooting. I do and responded to let him know of my interest in such. G made a joke about shooting at targets and me hitting his brown eye with certain ammo and also sent me several photos of various guns that he owns.

There were two things that came to mind as I considered the final message I received from G as part of our interplay. One was that many years ago as a joke, I’d recorded a parody of Crystal Gayle’s Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue as Itchy Brown Eye for You for the producers of a podcast I used to listen to regularly. And that the photos G had sent me were very much like being allowed to peek into little narrow windows of his life and home. The next day while at work, I was listening to one of my current  podcast favs and in it I heard another song that seemed to express this idea perfectly Kaskade’s Llove.

When I got home from work the evening following our exchange, I drafted a quick message to G with the subject heading “Tokyo Rose was an amateur” and included links to the two songs I’d thought of the day before and uploaded to Soundcloud. In the message, I also mentioned that I was listening to the song by Kaskade on my iPod Nano cum wristwatch and attached a photo of the watch on my wrist showing my dear friend Mickey patiently and diligently keeping time at the same time.

While I never heard back from G., I became evermore intrigued by our exchange and decided to do a search of the IP address that showed up for him in the email string of his messages and as the location of the hit to the blog. When I did so, I discovered a couple of things that made me both laugh out loud and wonder at the same time if the Universe is once again f*cking with me.

When I plugged in the search coordinates of the IP address for G the theme for The Twilight Zone began to play in my head as it returned an address on Shady Acres Lane. As I looked at the name of the street I thought what are the chances? I thought this because my father lived in housing that was provided by the Veteran’s Administration for many years and its name? Shady Acres! And while I’m not exactly sure, I strongly suspect that G. works at Ft. Meade. As I poked around in Google Maps exploring that area, I discovered there is a street with a name none-other-than “Disney Road” that runs from Ft. Meade through Laurel, MD. When I discovered this I nearly fell off the chair laughing.

I have little doubt G. must think I’ve been to his house and peeking in the windows by now and that’s why I’ve not heard from him. Or I’ve proven to be a tad bit too much for him as I’ve proven to be for many others.

Then Monday I had another LOL moment when I did a reverse search on the phone number provided to me by a gentleman whose personal ad I responded. His last name is the same as mine as well as the initials for his first and middle name. So as I stared at the screen that showed me his name and phone number, I saw my own literally being reflected back at me. Oh my god, that’s too funny! I thought as it was happening. What makes it evermore hilarious is that he requested all responses include the subject heading “ENTANGLE” to evade ever ubiquitous internet bots. So of course being the smart ass that I am, I responded with “ENTANGLE (quantum or otherwise). Looks like it is!

Please give Rita a hug for me!