The ex-archivist wants to know about the hot pagan man I met at P-con...we bumped into each other at the Saturday nite Tribal Rave Trance Dance (where I was totally groovin' even though the music wasn't really my first choice) We danced for a while & then met again the next evening, and had extreme salty soup at the Coffee Garden (neither of us was very hungry.)
The salt soothed my throat, which was good because by that time the tail end of my stupid cold had combined with long hours and lots of yelling at the registration desk to give me laryngitis, which I still have.
So I communicated via post-it notes for the whole meal. Now the interesting thing about this is that looking back I realize I now know a bunch about him, but he knows very little about me. So I am a mysterious lady. Unless of course he got all my backstory from someone else at the con.
His name is Bob. Really sweet, really sexy, really lives in San Diego County.
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I am so calling you as soon as you get your voice back. Post-it notes??
BTW, Your Books Books Books link doesn't seem to work. Too many "http's"?
Yeah, the link is f'd up. I shall fix.
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