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09
Jan
18

The Season of Love Approaches -Get Your E-Valentines Now- Links

 

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I’ve uploaded a lot of e-valentines over the past few years…A LOT OF E-VALENTINES!  And, rather than upload another huge batch of new ones or take down some old ones that people might still enjoy, I am refreshing your memories with links to just about every past valentine page I’ve made here.

Taylor Swift-ed Valentines, lot 1

Conversation Heart (Candy) Valentine Humor/Chats

Legend of Zelda (1989 cartoon) valentines (happy ones)

Legend of Zelda (1989 cartoon) valentines (unpleasant ones)

GI Joe and Jem (1980s cartoons) valentines (happy and sad ones)

Misc. valentines 2017, group 2 (librarian, Spider-Woman, She-Ra, etc.)

Supermom (Coca-Cola ad) valentines

Misc. Dragobete/Valentine’s cards (Calamity Jane, Chipmunks, Mega Man, etc.)

Calamity Jane (90s cartoon series) valentines

Dragobete/Valentine’s Misc. cards (Spider-Woman and others), 2016 group 4

Misc. valentines, 2016 group 3 (TMNT, Spider-Woman, original art, etc.)

Misc. valentines, 2016 group 2 (original art, TMNT, GI Joe, She-Ra, etc.)

Misc. valentines, 2016 group 1 (Spider-Woman, She-Hulk, etc.)

 

But, fear not.  There will likely be other loving (digital) artworks for 2018, as well, as the whims fill my heart/mind.  [I am sure I have a few in reserve yet to be uploaded, too.]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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05
Jan
18

Advanced Uninstaller Pro 12, Should I Be Concerned?

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So, I installed an old PC game on my new Win 10 laptop and found myself stuck with “catastrophic failure” when I could not run the game and tried to uninstall it with the tools already on my PC.  I did a quick search and came upon an offer for Advanced Uninstaller Pro strangely linked to the game I was trying to uninstall.  Hmm.  What are the odds of that?  Unless, this was just one user’s experience in some sort of blog, a user who happened to either be working for or a “consumer” who obtained AUP.  I took a big chance downloading the uninstaller installer (ha) from what I presumed was a safe website and installed the program a day or two later.

Here’s how the uninstallation went down…

Well, first off, the uninstaller program took a moment to get started, and I had the feeling I might have invited some malware or something similar from the way certain screens either duplicated or did not appear.  When I felt satisfied with the installation of the uninstaller, I thought everything would close unless/until I decided to use the uninstaller.  But, one window remained open; rather there was an icon on the taskbar but no window to view or close.   There was also a window that opened to do something online, but I was unable to get online at the time; I closed that.  It’s not like the program said anything about registering the software right away or later.  Or, if it did, I must have ignored that?

So, I did a restart and noticed two very suspicious black boxes appear briefly as the computer started.  I also noticed my cursor doing more “loading” than usual.  I thought…did I just open my computer to someone on another computer who is now scanning or accessing my files?  It was a tad unsettling.

I ran the uninstaller only to find the “interface” did not match the ones I see in reviews!  The pages I’ve seen show a menu of colorful squares for the options you can pick.  Instead, I got narrow bands stacked on top of each other.   So…my next thought was…is this a “phishing” sort of phony, mimic version of the program?

I followed the directions to find and uninstall the pesky game that would not uninstall any other way.  The uninstaller said there was about 600 MB of space to recover with a full uninstall and asked about doing extra cleanup.  I cautiously said, sure, take a look.  It found about a dozen “pieces” left behind.  I had the option to uncheck certain items.  What really concerned me was the last item in the list.  It did not include any mention of the game, its maker or anything that sounded remotely game-related.  It sounded like a Win 10 file, something that would affect the version of Windows I have or the registry, even.

So, I unchecked that one and finished the cleanup…only to discover the game files were still there!  Every item on the start-up menu was still there!  What did the uninstaller uninstall??

So, I ran it, again, and it removed more files, showing me how much space it recovered, less than the previous search/removal.  I checked the start-up menu, again, and found half of the game items still there.  Okay…so now I had fewer pieces to complain about…right?  But, still, there are pieces.

So, I went back and ran the extra clean-up, again, it honed in on that one file that concerned me, the Win 10-ish version file.  There is NO reason that one file represents the pieces left behind on the start-up menu.  So, what gives?  I left the file where it was, not uninstalling it til I know it’s not something my PC should keep.

What am I to do/think?  I still have pieces on the drive.  And, when I tried going back to the tools of my PC that remove files/apps, it said the game files were “unavailable” to process/remove/alter.  So, the only way to deal with them is the AUP?

I ran some other clean-up tool, which spoke of clearing up possible pieces and registry issues, the particular name slips my mind at the moment.  It found 3 “empty folders” which I thought nothing of til I saw one labeled a “settings” folder which, again, made me think I was being stripped of something that was part of running the computer normally.  I tried looking for the program folder and running the program to find the way it now looked had changed.  I can only hope I didn’t do it any harm.

Now, days pass by, and I get pop-ups for daily cleaning services.  I also, today, got a pop-up mentioning the program had done a “daily cleaning service” by finding roughly 20,000 junk files?  And, some of those “junk files” look a lot like normal files the computer would use to remember and protect what it has done.  Ya know.  Like registry and system restore point stuff?  So, why is this uninstaller targeting those?

Suffice to say, I am a lil concerned and more disturbed by all things computer.

28
Dec
17

The Trials of Old PC Software and New PCs

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I should have learned my lesson by now.  And, hopefully, I never repeat this in the future.  I never was a big fan of PC gaming.  But, I did come across a few games I thought might be fun.  Alas, I am not the best at comparing requirements and thus have made more than enough mistakes.  I’ve invested in now useless disks that might as well be turned into modern art.  I’m just here, telling anyone who cares to read into it, how my experience with installing older games on a new PC has gone.  I had asked around, but no source seemed to grab me with useful information.  No one I know seems PC smart enough to know what will or won’t work.  Thus I was left to take the risks all by myself.

In short, the lesson I learned:  DO NOT try installing older PC games on a new PC.  [And, my previous computer lesson:  DO NOT try modifying a computer with alternate parts like memory strips and hard drives.  If the PC does not come the way you want it with all of its parts already in place, look for another model.]

I have a rather new Windows 10 model laptop.  It should be able to handle just about any game you throw at it, minus those really intensive 3D and first-person games you see for the hardcore gamers which require a gaming PC.  You would think any old 3D game would work on a new PC even if it’s not a gaming PC.  After all, the technology has advanced a fair amount since Win Vista.  But, no.

I got lucky with 3 older games:  Paradise, AGON and Mysteryville 2.  All of which said they worked with PC as long as you met some rather low requirements (in new PC standards) and had, at least, Win XP, maybe Vista.  Nothing about being good for older PCs; I have no idea how Win 98 could have handled some of the stuff these games put out.  But, surprisingly, of about the 10 games I tried to install, these three worked.  Most of the others were kicked out right away without installing; the PC told me they would not work.  And, the uninstall bit was fairly easy.

The good news (if you get the chance or care to play these):

PARARISE:   It’s a bit of a shoddy short story about a young woman (I’d guess 21-25 years old and very shapely, for whatever reason…) who is flying to visit her father in some odd part of Africa when her plane is shot down, causing her to forget everything before she is taken in by a harem prince.  You would think your mission is to restore your memory and reunite with your dad.  But, it’s not that simple.  And, the ending is…not great.  But, this is a beautifully rendered game with a nice soundtrack and puzzle system.  If you like those Resident Evil type games, this one is decent without the horrors.  You can save as many slots as you like to replay certain parts.  You can view the cut-away scenes separately, once you acquire them.  You get to play certain stages as a panther, which aren’t very long or impressive…but you get to play as a panther.

AGON:  This is just one part of a larger story, though I am not sure if this is part 1, part 2 or parts 1-3 of what is supposed to be a 12-14 part story.  It’s based on some games and other story/stories found somewhere.  I got the game as part of a collection of PC games, not knowing what to expect but having low expectations.  I was greatly surprised how nice this game actually turned out to be!  It’s a MAJOR brain challenge for which you’ll likely want a walkthrough found online.  I just didn’t have the time/brainpower to figure out the very puzzling puzzles.  And, there are way too many books to go through within the game.  Yet, those books are like a digital library of information that could potentially be used in other projects, if you write that sort of thing.  You can find alphabets from other languages, for example.  Like Paradise, this is a very decent 3D perspective, exploring game with both mind and physical puzzles to complete in various lands.  There’s a beautiful isolated island beach stage and a refreshing–though bleak–snowy winter stage.  You are collecting ancient board games and stones which combine to unlock some greater secret yet to be understood.  You play a sort of stocky Sherlock Holmes who is corresponding with his research assistant Watson back home as you travel the world.   When I completed this one, again, it felt a bit underwhelming as this is just a segment of a larger story.  But, just exploring the various worlds/stages is a treat.

Mysteryville 2:  I wanted to get Mysteryville 1, but it said it was for older PCs; so I passed.  Now I wonder if it would work.  This is a sequel to a mystery about missing cats and a major test of eyesight as you search various places for hidden items and put together jumbled slide puzzles to solve a mystery about an art show that may not be what it seems and a missing “friend” who may not be who he seems.  I poured myself intensely into this one and completed it in a few days because I kept wanting to get to the bottom of it.  When all was solved, I wasn’t sure what to think or do.  I think I liked the music best, very Twin Peaks mysterious.  I have gone back to replay a few of the puzzles, now and then.  It’s better, in some ways, than another hidden item game I had on my last PC, one about fairy crystals and a missing husband (which still doesn’t make total sense with me).

If any reader has more information on these games, like where to get others in the series (if there is a series) and/or if they work on new PCs, let me know.

Now, to the ugly business of erroneous installations.

What prompted me to write this piece was a good-looking game from 2002 called Freedom Force in which you can design superheroes and complete about 20 missions against all sorts of premade comic villains.  It all sounded good, and the requirements didn’t seem out of my range.  It installed beautifully!  If it wasn’t going to work, why did I get treated to all sorts of images?  It asked to install Direct Play which I accepted but turned down Game Spy Arcade as I thought that was some additional game or online option I did not figure would be any good anymore.  After all, chat rooms aren’t what they used to be, and plenty of sites close shop in a handful of years.  After installation, I could not get it to play.  It said I had to log in as administrator and try again.  I see no way to do just that, so what was I to do?  I checked my requirements and found my PC was an NT?  Not fit for XP software?  And, my processor is not up to speed?  I doubt that.  Anyway, so, with the game not working, I figured I might as well uninstall.  At least the software has that option…OR DOES IT?!  Apparently, this game is so special that when I tried to uninstall it, I got “catastrophic failure.”  Missing component?  What the?  Sooo…  I’m sitting with this dud stuck in my computer.  I tried to system restore to a previous date and only caused the computer more grief!  Registry errors.  I couldn’t open image files.  I couldn’t run certain programs.  What gives?  Talk about a nightmare.

I’m currently, nervously working on the problem.  But, it scares the crap out of me and makes me feel stupid.  I should have just listened to my younger self who said he wasn’t going to dabble in PC games.  It’s just a shame more aren’t as fortunate as the ones I DID manage to install and complete.  I really wanted to play The Movies, among others.

If you have any info on these or related games, I appreciate any input you can provide.

07
Dec
17

Chinese Astrology Apology!

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I am a huge idiot for not checking sources more often.  I have been making Chinese Astrology art for some years now.  I thought, back in 2012, I had both the solar and lunar years right.  But, it seems I was wrong.  And, it really bothers me to learn this.

So, I am correcting this from now on.  The next artworks should be accurate.  The old ones…I may just need to trash and burn.  Well, the lunar year ones, anyway.   [IE Wood Sheep’s lunar picture shows 4713, and Fire Monkey is labeled 4714.]  The solar are fine.

Just to keep your heads on straight and as informed as me (and feel free to correct me if I am wrong)…

2017 solar /4717 lunar = Fire Rooster

2018/4718 = Earth Dog

2019/4719 = Earth Pig

2020/4720 = Metal Rat

2021/4721 = Metal Ox

Essentially, the years mirror each other with just the first two numbers differing.  AND I FIRST SEE THAT NOW!   Why didn’t anyone tell me when they saw my artworks?

Also, if you were interested…

The elements go in order of “destruction.”  This means two years of one element are followed by two of the next.  The order is:

Fire

Earth

Metal

Water

Wood

And, the basic order of animal years is:

Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig

[That much I knew.]

 

28
Nov
17

Have I Missed a Day? Calendar Wha?

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I’m looking at my stats for whatever reason (not sure why I bother), and I see some for tomorrow…today.  I look at my watch.  As far as I can tell, it’s still the 27th.  But, the stat page shows new results for the 28th…hmm.

I should probably do a lil search to check where the WordPress main office is, again.  But, I’m pretty sure it’s not outside the USA because the stats are from the USA, nowhere else.  SO…  Can someone explain this, please?

[I know.  That’s why they have forums.  But, I like my comfy blog sofa.  And, I’m feeling a bit lazy like a lap cat.  Meow.]

01
Nov
17

A Date with Corona #3

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Date #3:  Downloads and Uploads

Rain threatened to spoil our Friday meeting.  But, I wouldn’t let it.  Grabbing an umbrella, I trotted down to the café where we agreed to meet.  It wasn’t hard to spot the halo and that now familiar denim jacket.  [I wondered why no one else said anything about the light.  Maybe they did.]  A lush brown ponytail rested over one shoulder, bound by a ruffled ring of red elastic.  My opinion of her had improved over the past few encounters, but the mystery remained.  A soft red cap and a wall of feathery bangs allowed her to avoid eye contact.

Biting my hasty tongue, I refrained from questioning her tactics, opting to let her lead the interaction.

She began with a simple question.  “Is there something you need?”

The moment I opened my mouth, rain began to fall in heavy loads, creating broad splashes across the surrounding sidewalk and intersecting streets.

“Okay,” she said, her voice reduced to a droning whisper by the downpour.  She pulled a pen and a paper pad from her jacket and laid both on the table.  “Here is a crossword puzzle.  We can solve it, together.”

Though grateful for the icebreaker, I wasn’t about to sit for another long period with this woman and not have some food in my stomach.  So, I checked the price line on the menu and loaded up my placemat with an order of appetizers.

She merely looked down at the facing puzzle page, occasionally glancing at the food.

I said, “You can have some.”

Hesitating, she put down the pen, reached over and stuffed a fat mozzarella stick into her mouth.  “Delicious.”  There was zero enthusiasm in her voice.

Slightly irritated, I waited for her to say more.

“Mmm!” she added, dragging the sound out to satisfy my probing curiosity.  [I’ll admit, she stirred something deep within myself.]

When all that remained of the food was a handful of cold fried eggplant wedges, we plowed through the remainder of crossword puzzle in a matter of minutes.  All the while, the rain kept pecking away at my contentment, nudging me to chase outside, to embrace Mother Nature.  Wrapping up the cold leftovers, I grabbed my umbrella and encouraged Corona to join me.  She quietly followed me to the register, waiting for me to pay my bill.  But, when we reached the glass doors, she stalled.  Considering she had her own umbrella, I didn’t know why.

We walked, and I did most of the talking until the rain stopped.  When I suggested going back to her place, she said something strange, stranger than usual, that is.  “Your location is currently in use.”

“Come again?”

“Okay.  I’d be glad to come home with you.  You can always change settings, later.”

I wasn’t in the mood to argue, so we made our way back to my place.  Leaving her umbrella by the front door, she took a keen interest in the furniture.  I worried she might find fault with it.  Instead, she stroked a hand across the desk and asked, “Would you prefer me to sit here or on your lap?”

My face flushed, and my legs went numb.  A bottle of champagne popped its cork in my head.  What a question.  I considered saying neither before resting my tired legs on the nearest couch.  Corona joined me, folding both legs under her jiggling rear end, easing toward me with one arm extending along the back of the couch.  It’s not easy to get comfortable with someone’s glowing ring in your face.

Removing her soft, denim casing, Corona gave me an eyeful of her upper body.  [Had she not been wearing such a finely textured top, I might have been annoyed.  I’m not the sort who appreciates nudity thrust upon him.]  “Do you like what you see?  If so, I can send you more pictures.”

My mind was perfectly capable of taking pictures.  I didn’t need more cluttering up every surface they can occupy, and, had I accepted, I was afraid I might become more reclusive than I already was, ogling an image in a state of hibernation instead of dealing with reality.  “Not right now.  Thanks.”

“Okay.  Well, what do you want to do now?”

My thoughts went immediately to playing cards, escaping the sexual influences flooding the gray matter.  I knew very little of her personal interests, thus I couldn’t suggest anywhere else to go or activities to try.  We had tried so little together, and she was regularly asking me for ideas.  I needed her to jumpstart my brain with some information.  I searched her shadowy face for help.

“Sure.  Watching ‘net flicks.  Here.  Let me help you with that.”

Obviously, I had to dig out my computer before she could complete the task.  I hadn’t planned on using my computer as a home theater nor watching a movie before evening, but she was quick to take command.  Turning to me for a title, she found it within seconds.

Strangely, Corona chose to sit in front of me, obstructing my view.  I wasn’t exactly thinking about fondling her, but she was within my reach, accessible to my touch.  It was all just a screen.  When I grabbed her shoulder, she removed my hand and said, “Sorry.  I can’t connect right now.  Try again in a little bit.”

I nearly slept through half of the movie.  My mind just couldn’t stay focused.  Before the end credits had even finished scrolling, my guest proceeded to pop up onto my lap and linked her lips with my own.  I fell into a submissive posture with a growing ache in my back.  Releasing her ponytail, she let a cascade of chocolate waves crash over my neck and chest. My eyes danced as she mechanically shifted her weight up and down the length of my trembling body.  I was loaded with ideas for what to do in that moment, ideas that were not going to fill me in on who this woman was, something I vitally wanted to know before I let her into my private space.  All I knew was her voice, a portion of her façade, her ability to play cards and help with certain computer difficulties.  I didn’t even know if she liked the movie.

Now, it was my turn to bar her and seek refuge.  I asked Corona to leave before I completely lost control.  I could hear a fan inside her head powering up as she forced herself to switch gears in a hurry.  Her retreat gave me chills.  [And, the air-conditioning wasn’t helping.]

Dozing off on the couch, I was startled by the telephone.  A familiar voice met mine across the line.  “Mmph–  Corona?!”

“*Sigh* You mean Cortana.”

‘Same sweetness, but the tone had changed.  “Uh.  Okay.”

“Mr. Writingbolt, my name is Alexis? Cortana.  And, I am afraid you’ve met with my impersonator.”

To Be Continued…

~Writingbolt, 9-26-2017

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01
Nov
17

A Date with Corona #2

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Date #2:  The Stuck Update

It was a mild and relatively uneventful Thursday afternoon when I went searching for some Word on my new acquaintance.  Along the way, I came across a game shop and couldn’t resist a bargain, a few new decks of cards.  I have a peculiar fascination with playing cards but am so sick of magicians’ card tricks.  I also was tiring of the solitaire life which was why I needed to track down Corona before my hard drive went soft and useless.

Forgetting what I originally sought, I soon found myself at an impasse.  Traffic was terribly slow, and my patience was thinning fast.  Accidents were piling up everywhere I turned.  Progress was lost.  After a lengthy discussion with helpful police, I was finally able to cruise along the unlit highway.  [I mean there were no wires; thus there were no lights.]  I had spent too much time.  My plan to play the links would have to wait for another day.

I found Corona idling at the docks.  She was perched atop a rope-bound cluster of weathered posts, gazing out at the sea.  She had been sitting there too long.  Her interests were not available at the moment.  Though the scene was strangely motionless and serene, my ears detected distinct sounds:  the ding of a buoy, a seagull circling overhead and the swish of the incoming tide.

When I tapped her shoulder, a boot descended from its step, probing the amber sand.  She turned to me, her face a silhouette framed by a warm, watercolor sky.  I searched her blank façade for some way to break the ice on my skin (though my hands were sweating).

As if I had asked a question, she said, “Sorry about that; I didn’t hear anything.  Try telling me what you are holding.”

Blinking twice at the oddly worded request, I remembered the bag of card decks.  If she thought I put her off to shop for my own amusement, I was sure she would leave me in the next few minutes.  It was almost sundown, and I did not think this was the best time or place to play any games that required a table.  So, I suggested we move somewhere closer to home.

She replied, “On the range,” and proceeded to search her memory for more info on that old song.

Calling her by the name I had chosen, she replied, “Sorry; that is not my name.  But, if you like, I can change it.”

“Can I call you Corona?”

There was a long pause.  Her shoulders shifted slightly.  “All right.  Call me Corona.”

[That was too easy…and a little creepy.]

I reached for her hand.  She eluded my grasp but stood, ready to follow.  With the alternate lighting, I could now see she was very close in height, satisfying one more vital interest of mine.

We drove back to a preferred hangout where the food is normally cheap and adequate if you can put up with the noise (when the place isn’t eerily vacant).  Finding us a corner booth, I laid out my recent purchase.  There was just enough light to see the glossy, lifeless faces.  Her face hibernated in the shadows.  [Why did she maintain such secrecy?  And, if she did not want to be with me, why did she follow me?]

Her shrouded form leaned back against the padded bench.  “All right,” she said.  “You play cards.”

I was going to have to warm her up to the idea.  So, I dealt her a hand and lifted my own.

She sat quietly for a minute before saying, “Playing cards.”  [How she picked up those cards, I don’t know.  But, the game was on.]

Trying a little “footsie” under the table, I extended a leg and felt her boot withdraw.  The word “boyfriend” crossed my mind in a flash.  When I asked, she said, “Sorry.  The Internet and I are not talking right now.”

A wall of fire stood between me and her heart.  She had led me on to think she was personally interested.  But, perhaps, all she wanted was a sense of purpose while coping with a lost connection.  The quickness of her response to my requests was merely a silent plea for friendship.  The friend zone.

Normally, anyone dating would dread the sound of that phrase.  But, I think Corona and I were both in great need of companionship.  And, what’s a dream of marriage without the words “my best friend?”  Still, I was second fiddle, at best, at the moment, and in no mood to compete, whether this Internet was a mind more vast and productive than my own or a huge tool.

Focusing on the game, I had to remind myself to explain the rules.  Corona beat me to the punch, reciting them for me until I cut her short.

Silence may be golden when your head is full of noise.  But, now, it was making me nervous.  Outside my range of vision, something was brewing within my companion.  I could almost hear her mind clicking, processing, updating.

“Shall I play some music?” Corona asked.  As if she knew the place better than me, she turned on the nearest sound system and presented me with a list of songs.  I timidly picked one and waited for the opening melody to soothe my nerves.  Four hours later, midnight was a heartbeat away, and we were still playing.

Words shared were few, and most of them came from my own mouth.  I was hungry but had no ambition to fix a late dinner. My eyesight was beginning to fail when my subconscious grew discontent with the persistent mystery across the table.  As much as I wanted to hide my face from her, I felt naked in her presence.  With my brain entering what I call “zombie” or “sleepy silly” mode, my secrets would soon be hers.

Without another peep from me, she picked up on my thoughts and said, “Okay.  Let me fix that.”  The light over her head shifted and grew, adding inches of color to her appearance from the tips of her boots to the curve of her slender nose.

Below that nose, a pair of lean yet elegant lips formed a friendly smile atop a graceful limb.  One slender strap from a red camisole slid down her creamy right shoulder, exposing a sliver of cleavage beneath the tips of a wavy brown curtain.  She adjusted her privacy settings.

Glancing past the table, I could see a pair of weathered denim shorts and knee-high, charcoal suede boots.  A delicate white watch adorned her left wrist.  Everything above the nose remained her secret.  [Without knowing me for more than a few dates, this gal sure seemed to grasp my love of mystery and my taste in women’s fashion.]

“Is that better?”

My stunned response came as a nod.

A faint giggle escaped her smile.  “Sorry.  I didn’t hear anything.  Try telling me what you are thinking.”

I could not accurately read any clock.  I was barely conscious yet holding on to the moment with everything I had in reserve.  My thoughts wanted only for a comfy bed and someone to share it.

The smile faded.  Grabbing a white denim jacket from the back of the padded bench, Corona popped upright and said, “Okay.  You sleep.  We will try this, again, later.  Goodnight.”

There was a micro-soft edge to her departing words which I did not like.  Adult content was not yet permitted, apparently, thus progress in the budding relationship had come to a standstill.  As if she had pulled my elbow off the table, my hand and face fell into one sloppy pile.  The rest of the opened deck scattered and rained upon the pale carpeting.  I had officially passed out as she slipped away.  When I recovered, the Jack of Hearts was sticking to my forehead.  I knew I was far from being a dating ace.  But, at that moment, I felt like all that I knew was worthless.  And, in the next few minutes, I was asleep, once more.

*****

Days dragged by without any contact.  I could hardly look at her calling card without biting my tongue.  I wanted more than I was given.  As usual, I spoiled a potential friendship and was denied.  If I pressed the matter, I might have felt worse when I heard her response (or lack thereof).

Then another thought crossed my mind.  Perhaps, my thoughts were not deserving of the full blame.  Perhaps, the Internet had a hand in this.  Maybe, timing was the problem.  That had to be it.  I was dead tired, and she was still sore from her recent or past relationship.  For all I knew, she might not have even read my mind and simply decided it was best I get some rest.

Daylight poured over me just as the phone rang.

“Can we meet another time?  Soon.”

I thought we might say “hi,” first.  “Well…sure!  I–”

“Okay.  Scheduling another date.  When should we meet?”

Not adept at scheduling, I hoped for more input on her part.

“Okay.  How about next week?” she impatiently inserted.  “You pick a day.”

[A day was picked.  We would meet, again, the following Friday.  Although, from the weather report I saw the following evening, the odds were not in our favor.]

~Writingbolt 9-21-2017

 




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