Seems odd. Like there wasn't a series of catastrophic events that might be newsworthy to the three or four people who stumbled aimlessly into these words.
Let's just say I got LOST. Not just forgetting that I *HAD* a blog -- no, no, no -- much more than that.
My flirtatious encounters with the Goddess of Chaos resulted in the "best thing that had ever happened to me" imploding, and Truth shining through every single poorly conceived choice I had made for the past five years.
Two years gone now, since the divorce. The divorce I insisted on. And hindsight really is 20/20. Divorced officially on our third wedding anniversary, it seemed to me the Universe was belly laughing at my gullibility. "Consider the whole thing an exercise in TRUST!!!!", tears streaming down their omnipotent faces. So, two years of women nearly (or literally) half my age. The five stages of grieving manifest through meaningless sex, drugs and rock and roll. Productivity almost non-existent. A miracle indeed that my business survived, as I was easily manipulated, and honestly didn't give a shit enough to put up a fight. I had done what I wanted, achieved my goals, bet on the wrong horse and lost. Nothing left to do but pull up a chair and pray for the Big Rock to make it all go away.
Sick of seeing me forlorn and lonely, my friends convinced me to try online dating recently. Now, mind you, this was not my first excursion through the Interwebs to try to meet someone in the last two years. My profiles bounced back and forth between "Fuck You!!!", "Fuck Me!" and "PUHLLEEEZ... Fuck me?", and I always deleted them within a week. Emotional train-wrecks, defeatists, and lonely women without teeth flooded my inbox with their tales of desperation as well.
But this time was different...
I had severed ties with a "friend with bennies" (or she with me, or mutual split - hard to tell). I was pretty much on my own and not really concerned with much. My world returned to tattooing, with my friends keeping an eye on me so I didn't wander too far into the Aether. One couple wouldn't leave it alone. "We met online - we NEVER would have met otherwise! DO IT!"
Fine. What the hell...
So, after a bit o' libation and a particularly good day, I drafted my profile. Leaving no stone unturned, I put myself out there. The REAL me. Tattoo artist. One-horned half-demon. Big-time gamer and geek. All wrapped in a humorous candy shell, sprinkled with hidden messages and coded phrases to keep away those who weren't who I was looking for.
...And the rest is gonna be a blur...
Be good. be safe. And don't ever think you can close the door so tight that love can't find you hiding.
The Big Guy never has a problem finding your hiding place.
Much love, to all of you. And rest assured - what you wish, desire and need in your life will find you.
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