Really? What does this mean? Satan is standing on his head? That we all live in a yellow submarine? Seriously. What is the deal??? I guess it is cool that the date is all matchy and The Beatles are on the radio all day. Number 9. Number 9. Number 9. Other than that, today has been kinda funky. For thing, mad hung it up today. No more drunken haikus! This makes me sad. All good things really do come to an end.
And then at the grocery store, I think my soulmate was in line in front of me. I didn't talk to him though. We had almost the same things in our carts. I'm not sure I would have picked some of the yogurt flavors I saw, but I'd be willing to give some of them a shot. Especially for my soulmate. Even the overworked, underpaid checker noticed that our carts were full of the same stuff. Here's the rub. My soulmate? Apparently is an old gay guy. Otherwise, I might have asked him over for some organic, hormone free yogurt. I'm not much of one for dating gay men. It doesn't really lead anywhere.
The long and short of it is that I discovered my dog, Laverne, gets a little wiggy over certain Beatles songs (especially songs from the album Abbey Road) and I have a fridge full of yogurt.
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Thanks for the mention and for feeling sad and stuff. I'm still around, just not cutting words out of the newspaper and gluing them to blank sheets of paper like I was a kidnaper.
How did you know this guy was your soulmate, or that he was gay?
Still, I'll miss your faux-felon phase. But about me and the things that are about me... I know this man was my soulmate based on the strange assortment of groceries because it was almost exactly the same as my strange assortment of groceries. My love of an odd variety of food has been problematic because I can not find someone with similar interests. Until yesterday. To answer the second part of your questions: finely honed skills of observation and gaydar.
At least you had a "possible" soulmate...I haven't seen anything but old leather skinned farmers in Waco. Where are all the college professors? Of course now I am visiting Ozona which is REALLY mall and about 1/1/2 hours from San Angelo. Why can't my children find something more fun to do withe their lives? LOL!
I"m not sure an old gay guy is really what I'm looking for in a soul mate, Much like he is not on the lookout for someone with lady parts. And I've been to Ozona -- get out of there as soon as you can!
Holy sadness...I had no idea the Madhaiku man quit. Wow.
huckdoll, it is a total bummer.
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