Miss Myra

She's the girl in the story.  There isn't a story really.  It is just more of a description of a scene.  The scene is one of desolation where she and I are traveling together.  When we talked way back in 2006. . . well, not talked but communicated through this blog through my writing and our comments back and forth which are still here for all to read.  Wow, that is a serious run on sentence. . . . .fragment.
When we were communicating back in 2006 she knew I was writing about her.  Her relationship with her husband was falling apart and she was having sort of an emotional affair with a fireman.  Me, I was just waiting to get divorce papers from my wife.

Anyway, Miss Myra posted today about a fight she had with her husband last night.  From this post I learned that she did get a divorce from her then husband and has since remarried.  I don't know if her current husband is the "fireman" guy or not.  I sort of think it would be cool if he was.  Yeah, I know, I am sick.  Because at the time this guy was kind of like "Lance Manyon" and I was well, me.   And now he is a total fucking looser and I am, . . .well, me.  I don't think I am a looser but I sure do feel like one sometimes.

So I did make another blog, with a totally different username and title and all that stuff.  There is probably a way she could get back to this blog and discover that it is Floyd from eleven years ago that is reading her stuff but I am not that tech savvy and I know she isn't.

I was thinking about commenting on her blog.  I would tell her something like, "I just ran across your blog a while back." which is a total fucking lie.  I mean I haven't been stalking her over the years.  In fact I forgot all about her until I did a google search on this blog and one of her comments on this blog came up.  I then clicked on the link and discovered she was posting again.  I would tell her something like, "It is good to see you write.  Don't you find it therapeutic?"  which isn't a lie.  Then I would say something like, "I think writing may lessen the chance of you ending your relationship because really that would be kind of horrible." which, of course, would be a totally dazzling lie. But I would say this to allay any concerns she might have about some anonymous guy commenting on her blog - like a fucking stalker which I don't think I am.  Seriously I am way too lazy to do shit like that.  So she wouldn't block me straight out.  The other thing is that she would look at my blog and see what I look like.  My picture is there.  She might remember who I am but then maybe not.  Anyway, if she can see my picture as apposed to some sort of avatar that would lessen the "creep" factor.  I mean I am not a creep.  Hmmm.  Isn't that what a creep would say?

I only have a couple of posts in that blog but they show me climbing and me talking about my late wife so that might lessen the creep factor even more.  To be fucking crystal clear, I do not want to ever meet her in person or get into any kind of emotional affair because I think she is sort of bat shit crazy.

She lives in Michigan which is kind of my M.O.  I am attracted to women that either live a million miles away from me or women that would have nothing to do with me or both.  She fits into the "both" category.

But it sure would be nice to write back and forth again.  The idea is I would sign into google under my alter-ego -  actually Floyd Hill is my alter - ego which would make the other one my alter alter ego.  Oh yes, . . . there is more of me out there.