Save San Onofre Coalition accuses transportation agency for trying to resurrect a plan to build a toll road to Trestles
Dorian Hargrove 2:25 p.m., May 23
"Now the curse is finally lifted/And the Mariner sights his home. "Spirits form from the long-dead bodies/form their own light "and the Mariner's left alone!" --Iron Maiden, from "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" on POWERSLAVE.
A while back, antigeekess recommended a dating site to me here on this blogsite. The site is called "Plenty Of Fish." Ever since that night (when I signed up), I tried my darndest to see if I could get a positive response to my search...let alone my first real date in over twelve years. That would be from November 1998 to July of 2006 (dating, and then married, during that time), then from July 2006 to present (back on the market, but hellishly alone).
Well, in mid-August of this year, I FINALLY made a positive contact on POF. Her name is Tarsa, and she lives in Chula Vista. She's 48 (two years older than I), divorced (with a daughter), and her ad somehow landed in my "Inbox" on POF.
So, I wrote to her, telling her about myself, and leaving options for further contact. A few days went by and "BINGO!" There was a notation in my Yahoo Mailbox that I had a note from somebody at POF.
So, I went to the site and opened it... And--wonder-of-wonders--it was not a rejection note! Tarsa suggested that I contact her in three weeks (company and family matters) to see about setting up a date.
So, I did. When three weeks came, I left two messaages (30-Aug and 2-Sep) to check in and see how she was doing.
A new message came in on Friday. Her daughter and she came down with something (probably a cold), but she was still very interested in meeting me. She also thanked me for the e-mails, saying that she liked them.
I e-mailed her back this evening, letting her know I am going to keep in touch with her. I also asked her what she would like to do for our first date.
Hopefully, I'll find out soon enough (hope it does NOT involve whips and chains and hand grenades!). Another door may be opening soon, my friends. Just as long as it does not slam back into my face, I'll be happy!
Thank you, antigeekess! I owe you for this!