OK, so it’s another wild Friday night here in Oakie’s Grove. I stumbled through another stress-filled week, capped by a thrilling managers meeting in another town. How do I celebrate? Roman orgy? Strip Club? Order in hookers, pizza, and blow? Nope. Hard living party animal that I am, I decided to take a nap. Yeah, I know. Pathetic. Let’s just say my life these days is…complicated.
Anyway, so I’m merrily napping away. OK, beyond napping. Making Zzzz’s. Sawing logs. Hit REM sleep. Start having an odd dream. It’s about another group to which I belong, totally unrelated to SDMB in any way. Very private group. There have been several new members invited since the last time I attended a gathering of this particular group. Anyway, in the dream, I’m at a group party. Got my mingle on. Meeting the new members, greeting old friends. Suddenly, this exotic woman flits up to me, introduces herself as “mumblesomething” from the SDMB (I seemed to recognize her username in the dream, but can’t recall it now), tells me she’s a huge fan, and just thrilled to meet me. Cool. My overburdened subconcious begins to imagine all sorts of esoteric possibilities involving this enchanting creature in a more private setting.
Then it happened. After gushing about how much she loves my posts, couldn’t wait to meet me, yadda yadda yadda, she calls a friend over to introduce me. Which she does. Except. she. identifies. me. as. Sampiro.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??? I’ve seen the name mentioned here. Maybe seen a few posts from Sampiro. However, I am not now, nor have I ever been Sampiro. Never met the guy/gal/entity. Don’t think I’ve even had cyber discourse of any kind with Sampiro. Nothing at all against Sampiro. I’m sure he/she/it is a fine human or other intelligent life form, likely kind to kittens, etc. But, I don’t wanna be anybody but good ol’Oakie. Especially when I’m meeting exotic women who seem to not find me repulsive in anyway.
So who the heck is Sampiro, and why is he/she/it stealing the wimmins in my damn dream?