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At my age I find it interesting that when I am not looking for friends and relationships they find me. Within the past two weeks or so some old and new favorites ladies have been making my life amusing, uplifting and a bit problematic.

So in no particular order:

Partner Brandy gives me a wooden box for my birthday with a card making a joke about if I wasn't a drama queen I could be a king instead. The box had laminations of Superman figures inside, a definition of the word Friend on the top with illuminated markings giving it an (and I MUST use this word) antiquarian look about it and the United States Air Force logo (yes a sly reference to my most beloved Logos) inside. A memory box. It was a late birthday present but well worth the wait. There was a small box of ready for this: Spider-man bandaids and a bag of Hershey chocolates.

Allison: Who she? Ah the making of this new and thoroughly enjoyable relationship deserves an entire blog entry of her own. This one started off on a nervous and cold manner and has blossomed into my daily joy to go to work early just to see and talk to her. Yes the long suffering one is ok with this. Just so's you don't worry I have introduced her to my son Daniel but the much desired romance is not taking off as I had hoped. I want a daughter-in-law that wants to spoil the dad-in-law and starve the husband in comparison. Yes I think an Allison entry will delight and intrigue. Stay tuned.

Danielle: What another new name? Yes and no. I have known her a year now but her contribution to my life took a quantum leap last week. Her story interweaves with Allison's so it will be a long entry. A short preview: She shared her faith in Christ with me last week (along with Allison) as a coda to a conversation Allison and I were having. She also added a remark that has helped me deal with the mid-life crisis whose effects on my life has never quite gone away. I can allude to events without being specific so no privacy issues should be at stake here.

Andave Ya: Finally came back to America and we have spoken twice now. I was having an extraordinary evil night at AAA last week. Such that when I got loose at 11 pm I was on the phone yakking before I left the parking lot. She is a treasure. What's charming is her mother generally answers the phone and she is also a blessing to talk with and an encouragement to me. It's a leap of faith to converse with people you have met only on the Litnet and to be trusted at face value.

Debbie: AAA Emergency Road Service branch manager or some such title. Last week when it was horrendous and I was laboring nine days of thankless currying for favor for people who should ask themselves do I deserve the privilege of operating large pieces of metal wheeling down the highway my immediate boss Josh was taking off last Wednesday. I whined how dare he relax and leave me in the salt mine for the next five days with Clairebear? I wanted a candy bar. This ploy used to net me chocolate a lot more then of late. Clairebear pipes up she wants supper. Debbie promises us a meal next Monday. I make a very drastic mistake. One I'm broke until Ebeneezer Credit Union thaws some of my inheritance money from their coffers. Two in the past management runs to McDonalds and BRINGS a meal back. Not this time. I don't eat Monday expecting to be feasted and instead Josh hands me a Wendy's $5 card to my salvitating jaws of whatt!!?? Now Wendy's far far down on my list of hamburger joints though I would not at all turn her down for a date. I make do with water and some Tostitos left over from last week waiting for the mice to discover them after hours and put on my best Phariseeical demeanor and sigh. Debbie meant well. Ruth gets the card handed to her when I get home.

Sandy H. My high school friend who I had a mad crush on back then. I intend to leave for New York on July 17th and called ahead to give notice. I hope to be available the night of the 18th or 19th. The last three or four times I have been back to the stomping grounds she and husband Jim have been elsewhere. Well guess what? Right the first time. They'll be in Newport RI that time period as a anniversary celebration--34 years. I laugh, take it in stride and proceed to put it in perspective to her. It's perfectly obvious that husband Jim has a pyschic connection that senses when I'm slinking my way back to the Empire state and he just wants to keep me and Sandy apart. Jim replies "Could be." We all laugh. Of course this will mean that the next time AFTER will be to a funeral and I will need their love and support I trust. We set those gloomy musings aside and then I ask Sandy about------

Susan: Go way way back in my blogs and there is the history of Susan and I. I have always felt she and I should have been married but a divorce would have been inevitable. I was always too relaxed about my life and dreams and ambitions. Susan is Sandy's sister and I freely confess I have never truly forgotten her while admitting it mostly wishful might have been nonsense. Sandy will let her know when I'll be in town but I'm betting Susan will NOT take the time in her schedule to slip me in. She is a workaholic who lives to make money. Almost seems to be the only thing she cares about. She's a year older then I--never married and has frankly a bigger chip on her shoulder then I do when waxing drama queen style. But yet I remember her when she had a heart. And I weep for the might have beens Ruth not withstanding. Actually not seeing Jim, Sandy or Susan will save a whole bunch of driving around to be honest about it. But I would have liked to see her smile at least one last time.

Cheryl: This is the problem lady. Not quite sure what to make of her. Now if it was Logos calling me that would be one thing. On the other hand thinking about the beloved moderator I can't see her reading a Shadow pulp novel let alone a Retief story by Keith Laumer and Logos' book selections leave me dizzy so there you go. Cheryl is the station dispatcher who seems to have decided I'm neat to talk to. Well yes if you ask Andave Ya and my other Litnet phonepal but in Cheryl's case I have no idea what she wants. She's the one who invited me to her MySpace. Last night I arrived at work and Brandy hands me a note with Sheryl's cell phone number. I call back out of curiousity and amusement but get voice mail. She calls right back and says it's a social call. I honestly tell her we are quite busy and yes flirt just a tad so I don't come across as why are you calling which is what I'm still wondering. Bob thinks she's trouble down the pike. I assure him that this situation is nothing like Melissa and there is no opportunity for mischief on my part or desire. I just think she's lonely. I had left my cell phone at home last night so I might chat a bit tomorrow but I always remind her I'm married and quite unpleasant to look at. This seems to not be believed.

My other Litnet Phonepal: By leaving the phone home yesterday I missed a voice mail but they are always a pleasure to here from. And a blessing.

So it's been a week. The long suffering one even paid a bill without my asking and it was even a large one. It has been great.

So that's the round-up of ladies and their fascnation.

NEXT: The ever delightful Allison (and Danielle) in which my son, Aquaman, and cookies and proxy pall bearers will be discussed.