From what I can observe, online dating consists of people who don't really want a partner. They think they do. They know they want sex, no strings attached. They might even want a pen pal. Maybe the long winter has worn them out and they just want to play.
Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.
Wed. I went to the portable building manufacturer and checked the building. I'm trying to get that delivered within the next two weeks.
Stopped on the way back at a Lowes to buy a mason's hammer and ran into a woman who interned for me over ten years ago for a watershed survey. She's part American Indian and claims to be able to feel when plants are damaged. She can't mow grass as a result. Most of the time she's able to block it out. She's their plant specialist. She's also one who claims to be a sort of Christian witch.
Today's the day to work on a transmission cooling line. When things happen they seem to want to crowd in all at once.
These folks are not available. They say they are. Think they are. In the final analysis, it is playtime. I don't want to play. Do you?
A recent note from one online dater:
Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.
Wed. I went to the portable building manufacturer and checked the building. I'm trying to get that delivered within the next two weeks.
Stopped on the way back at a Lowes to buy a mason's hammer and ran into a woman who interned for me over ten years ago for a watershed survey. She's part American Indian and claims to be able to feel when plants are damaged. She can't mow grass as a result. Most of the time she's able to block it out. She's their plant specialist. She's also one who claims to be a sort of Christian witch.
Today's the day to work on a transmission cooling line. When things happen they seem to want to crowd in all at once. I hope things are going well with you.
When no response was offered back, he wrote this:
My response might be:
Your last two e-mails sounded more like journal entries rather than a conversation one might have meeting on OKC last December.
Are you looking for a pen pal?
I hope you chuckle as much as I. Til next time.
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