It’s been awhile and 95% of you have never met or know me from dust, but I have been lurking from time to time and every so often an old Doper will e me and plead nicely to check in, so “hello!”
Horrified at how many Dopers (and their loved ones) have been dying . . . I don’t how often, or if, I will be checking in, as one does fall out of the habit, and I have been *such *the busy bee these past few years–but felt like stopping by to say hello.
What’s new with me? Well, I am somewhat chagrined to admit that I flirted with a *gorgeous *blind guy on the subway last week. I mean, he looked like George Hamilton in the mid-60s. Cute guide dog, no wedding ring. I thought, “don’t be silly, why would you flirt with a guy half your age?” And then I thought, “because he’s blind, you idiot—Be Bold With Bananas!” And so I was. We had a very nice chat, but then he told me he was moving to Florida (Billie Burke from Dinner at Eight voice: “Florida?! Who goes to Florida? Nobody!”) in three months, so I no longer had any use for him. How cool would a hot blind boyfriend be, though? He’d catch on to my nose soon enough, but if I told him I was a 25-year-old blonde fashion model his dog wouldn’t give me away . . .
Well, I have to say that an already-excellent Sunday was just made that much better by seeing a thread posted by Eve pop to the top of the new threads list!
And, agreed, a George-Hamilton-esque hot blind boyfriend would be trés cool.
Great to hear from you again. Most people don’t know this but in my spare time I troll public transit lines with my well trained faux guide dog Erasmus and pick up women.
Runner Pat nailed it.
Way more than 5% know you and we all miss you.
Please check in from time to time.
::: Pops the cork on the bubbly and pours glasses for everyone:::
Hey, great to see you around here again, Eve. Seems like years since we’ve heard from you. This place would be better if you found more time to hang around.
