And btw, just so everything ne knows, the only post I made in the past 24 hours is the reply to the post that I’m not macho. As if that some kind of insult…. This place s****. Your s***** to hang around with. If you were theast people on earth, I don’t know if there even any chicks here, I’d f***** kill myself. Gladly.

What I was doing was playing the verse sections of Survivor, Eye Of The Tiger, the piano chords on my Jackson Kelly.

That’s what I was doing. Maybe with questions running through my head about the encounter I had yesterday with a woman I first met 40 f****** years ago and haven’t seen in over 25…. 40 f****** years ago. That trumps almost anyone I have ever know. Mind blowing really. So what was her perception of me? I’m usually confident in myself. I feel it from people every day, but this is different. I’m a different man. It’s very Pearl Jam “Elderly Lady Behind The Counter In A Small Town” (hopefully I got that right, I am ashamed as a Pearl Jam fan that I forget the name of that song)

It’s not like we’re elderly though. She looks good. Healthy. Not elderly. She has taken somewhat good care of herself. I can tell. Really nice feet.