Lash lost in Mormon land

Well, the french guy I was/am still all ga ga over has recently become available, so I was thinking about heading in that direction.

His shift changed where we use to work and he's on days now and working nights at our local grocery store. Found all this out a few weeks ago when I was doing my shopping and ran into I guy I use to work with. He told me the news, but I've been avoiding the super market because I'm scared to death.

Hell, I feel like a freakin teenager.

My best friend keeps telling me to stop hiding and being a chicken ****, so I think I'll take his advice and start doing my shopping at night again.

It's been way too long (was 9 years in Feb) and I gotta stop being so scared.

What About Bob?

Chapter One

<sections on the lovely Lady Di and incredible osso coming soon>

I've loved Bob for years. It's one of those nice friendly loves that folds over and over and grows wild as years pass..as someone reveals a bit more over time, confirming your best thoughts of them. He will probably want to stick a sharp object in his eye when he reads this because there is no way I can describe him faithfully--there are no words to explain Bob. He's the only one of his kind. The only one left.

If you want to get an idea about who Bob is, rent Lonely Are the Brave, his favorite movie. Human experience is so ordered... by institutions, well-worn paths, the familiar... We fall into them so easily. Even here in the political pages, we're so cliche and predictable. I started paying attention to Bob as soon as I saw his opinions, his dry delivery and heard his messages beneath his words. I became a Bobophile...a Bobbite...I respect him. I love him. You should, too. (ha)

Dys put his ass where our rhetoric is. You'd hardly believe me if I told you where he's been and what he's done in this life. It has seeped out in conversation over the years and I treasure that he felt comfortable telling me who he is. I won't piss him off by saying it here. My friendship with him has added a beautiful layer to my life.

One of the true measures of a man (to me) is remaining silent in the face of demeaning accusations by chuckleheads.. when he's risked his life to eradicate the very thing he stands accused of perpetrating. I have to laugh sometimes. He won't type up his resume, but I'd LOVE to. He doesn't defend himself against most idiocy. He expects those who know him to know better. **** the chuckleheads...haha.

I don't think people should put much faith in other people. You get let down...disappointed. The Dys is one of my few heroes. He follows no prescribed pattern. His mind is open to all directions. He's been my best teacher. I just haven't been a worthy student.

Still learning.