As I was compiling the LOL Day statistics, I wished I could somehow measure the friendships created, enhanced and renewed. I love this blog and I'm proud of what we've accomplished in our community, but I think I am most pleased to have had the honor to bring together lots of great friends. If I accomplish nothing else here, that alone would make the effort worthwhile.
Something weird happened to me today. It's, alas, not a spanking story, but worth retelling I think. These things don't happen to me, at least they haven't for a very long time. I took the day off to do some pre-holiday shopping and miscellaneous running around. I agreed to meet a friend downtown for lunch. We are fortunate in our city to have wonderful public transportation. So I rode the train. It was quick, clean, convenient, and a lot cheaper than parking.
After a tasty lunch and a good conversation, my friend and I went our separate ways. Soon, I was back on the train now carrying the loot I had purchased this morning. There I sat, thinking of nothing in particular and watching the landscape roll past my eyes. Slowly I became aware that the scruffy guy sitting directly across from me was staring. Staring at me, that is. I was wearing a nice jacket and jeans, but nothing exotic or alluring. Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there weren't many other people around. I tried to look occupied.
I pretended not to watch him watching me as he removed pen and what appeared to be a card from his pocket. I was hoping this fellow was not any sort of stalker. He scratched something on the card as the train pulled up to a stop. He got up, handed me the card, and just as quickly popped out the exit door.
The front of the card was a promotion for a carpet cleaning service. I squinted to read the words he had hastily scrawled on the back:
Your beautiful Lets connect (xxx) xxx-xxxx
More than anything, I was surprised. I'm a 56 year old grandmother wearing a wedding ring. Why would this rug-slugging stranger who is probably younger than my daughter think I would be interested in "connecting?" Maybe I should feel flattered, but I don't.
Then I thought about some of my weird e-mail correspondents. For years, I've received e-mails whose content and intent weren't much different from this bizarre note. In each case, the sender was too shy or introverted or afraid of women or secretive to just talk with me. I'm actually nice. I really am. But they'll never know, because, well, I don't know why because. But they won't.
This is still a spanking blog, so I guess I should discuss that subject as well. Randy says he has a new toy he intends to try out tonight during a our regularly scheduled weekly session. It could be anything, but odds are it's something he intends to use to spank my bottom. I'll find out in an hour or so.
I have the mother of all In with the New posts queued up for early next week. It's been a long time and there are a lot of great new blogs.
So, on the occasion of sixteen million visits, please allow me to thank you again for your steadfast support and continuing readership. I write for you.