The Man of My Dreams

I just picked this off a network, hey, like fruit from a tree, and hustled back here to publish my treasure, thereby both giving it away and making it more deeply mine.

Someone had posted the question, Who can I reach at Amazon to fix a customer service situation gone wrong? (I don't think you're supposed to take items from a closed site like this and—whoa, there's a blog police in my head?)

Answer: I just got a similarly weird "error msg" from L----In! First they say, hey, here's a new member who used to work at MMmedia just like you (the poor bastard). Perhaps you know him. As it turns out, I do, So I invite him to like, you know, L--- In. But then I get this ERROR MSG in response to my invite: "Please note: You cannot send invitations from this page because several recipients of your invitations indicated that they don't know you."

Have we achieved Fascist Networking yet?

sheesh!

Clarification added 6 hours ago:
Gosh, I didn't realize that this would be visible to everyone. Just to be clear, when I said "poor bastard," what I should have said was "poor FUCKING bastard."

And when I said "Fascist Networking" what I meant was "National Socialist Networking."

I hope this serves to clarify my position.

His only faults are that I have never met him, and, well, do you see him posting about me? (Answer: hell, no.)

Besides, the older men get, the more they like—no, let me put this another way: he is my age, give or take, and the whole of my life, since I was eleven or twelve, the male of the species has treated me as if I were as interested in naked women as they.

But it's really more than that. These things are pointers, in the way links point to something else, something huge, bigger than Google ever dreamt: Women are actually other people!

Different! Separate! Similar, in that we are as full of ourselves as any guy, with the same self-interest ... but with the addition, okay, of an inborn capacity to deeply care for and about others.

But enough about that. For now.