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Catastrophist June 4, 2008

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“I heard that you found an affordable one-bedroom apartment with a view of Central Park.”

“Yeah, but there’s no balcony.”

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Catastrophist

A (usually female) partner in a relationship who–because the relationship has achieved a certain level of peace and tranquility–feels better the worse things are.

Bill looked at the red blanket laying carelessly on the couch. He was bewildered. Hadn’t he just folded it up neatly? And the issues of Wallpaper* which lay scattered on the coffee table, hadn’t they been neatly stacked on the bookshelf not a moment ago? The doorbell rang.

“Can you answer the door, honey. I’m fixing my hair,” Pamela shouted from the bathroom.

Strange, Bill thought. Didn’t she fix her hair an hour ago? He opened the door for Morgan and Chelsea. A second later, Pamela came running from the bathroom with a towel around her head.

“Oh, my God. I’m late as always. And the whole apartment is a mess. Bill, can’t you pick up a few things in the living room? The magazines are spread all over the coffee table and that blanket needs to be folded and… Please, come on in,” she said pushing Bill towards the mess.

The guests took off their coats. Bill went into the living room without saying anything. Suddenly, Pamela let out a small scream.

“The tonic! We’re out of tonic. We need tonic for the drinks.”

“But when we were shopping…” Bill said, but Pamela cut him off.

“Honey, would you mind running down to the corner and getting some tonic?” she whined.

Bill tied his shoes with a sigh. He was positive that he had put two bottles of tonic in their cart at the supermarket. In the back of his head he thought to himself that Pamela must have put them back on the shelf. Sometimes he didn’t understand anything at all.

Five minutes later he came back with two bottles of tonic. Pamela was telling her guests about her problems with the new home gym.

“But you knew it was pure trash even before you got it, ” Bill suddenly blurted out. “Sandra had ordered one just like it, and she told you that hers broke down after her first session.”

Pamela didn’t say anything. She only gave him that cold, hard gaze that she gave him when he had said something really, really stupid.

from The Relationship Dictionary

Ninja Parties April 28, 2008

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An small line in a news website, so obscure, you almost miss it:

Did you know 2: Demand for ninja (Japanese assassin) masks is very much in demand, particularly among the college and young working adults crowd.

The idea here is to hold ninja parties, where invited guests (dressed in all black, of course, can link up and, well, do their thing without the possible morning-after embarrassment. Real names are optional.

Secretly held, albeit civilized, indiscretions have been in urban legends and grapevines since the Middle Ages. Although the shock value has lessened over the decades, especially in today’s “knowledgable” societies, the intrigue value doesn’t seem to falter.

Just on the radio last week, Magic 89.9 ran a short segment on “true confessions” whereby callers would dial-in, give a fake name, and then disclose their dastardly deeds. One particularly sober caller was a guy who confessed he had at least four relationships with married women–although he did qualify that on two of the four occasions, he was unaware of his paramour’s attachments at the time he began the relationships.

Anyway, what was intriguing was not his liaisons with married women per se, it was a term he used when he described his most recent fling: that he met this girl at work (he’s a call center employee) and started it as a “fu-bu” kind of thing first, then got serious later.

Fu-bu?

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this stands for “fuck buddy”, a more modernized version of “FF” a decade ago, and the traditional ”lover” of old times. Also known as Friends With Benefits (FWB), Friends With Privileges (FWP), or just simply Casual. The call center population has not by any means the monopoly on such setups, although I might hazard a guess that the oblique work schedules, general isolation in the workplace (being patched to a telephone), and exposure to western ideas and culture (notably American) has contributed to the prevalence of fu-bu, ninja parties, and similar secret indiscretions nowadays.

When I was a college intern at Citibank, I remember walking into the office early one day and spotting some not-so-professional probably-not-work kind of meeting going on at a far cubicle between two officers, who I was to learn later, were both separately married. Years later, while I worked as a gopher for another commercial bank, thoughts of that episode would come to mind on at least several occasions, which make for short colorful anecdotes:

  • On an as yet barely furnished floor of a newly opened commercial building, two employees were caught by the nightwatchman conducting a very different kind of overtime behind some ramshackle monobloc tables and chairs. This was before night shift became en vogue due to the prevalence of foreign call centers. Both employees were male staff of a collections department.
  • A blind item appears on a corporate FAQ and complaints page, allegedly written by a newly hired male call center collector (no relation to the two male buddies earlier). He was writing about his immediate boss, who was being very “friendly” with all the new male staff, especially (as the writer alleges) the taller hires. The friendliness gets uncomfortably physical during coaching sessions as the officer has the penchant of giving his male staff a friendly shoulder massage and pat on the arm during coaching. The situation comes to a head, which prompts the collector to post the item, when the officer requires all his male recruits to join him at a gym and spa session as a teambuilding exercise. To replace the usual early morning powow, all staff were to report to the men’s washroom for “debriefing.”
  • A puzzled customer makes places an interesting complaint. He had received in the mail the third month billing statement of his credit card, which shows some mild usage, but all charges and balances are settled within the same month. Nothing special except that the customer never received his card, having cancelled his application months ago. Despite this, he had been receiving these weird statements, but paid them no mind since the ending balances of the statements were always zero. However, given the repeat occurences and growing number of transactions (some of which are at questionable establishments), he finally decided to call the card company to get to the bottom of it. The client’s complaint finds its way to the fraud department, which concludes that some form of insider fraud was taking place–since the card was indeed live in the company’s system but who was using it was unknown. They decide to monitor the card’s transactions for the next few weeks and plan an elaborate sting operation. One night, as the card registers usage at an famous motel just a few minutes away from the offices, the fraud department snaps to action. They quickly make their way to the establishment, and catch the familiar plate of a female employee’s car exiting the place. The next day they summon the girl to question her activities and learn later that she was at home the whole night, and it was her boyfriend, who was also a co-employee, who borrowed her car that night. Upon confrontation, the guy, who worked at the company’s call center, admitted that he was the one who intercepted the client’s call to cancel the card, but already knew that the card was already open for use. He arranged for the card to be delivered to him and began using it, but faithfully paid the bill before due date. Unfortunately, he was not as faithful to his girlfriend, as he evidently had someone else (presumably a girl) in tow that night.
  • I receive an interesting SMS from a distraught colleague: “Find me a one-night stand. Anyone around our age. Preferrably someone attractive. Please I need this.”

When I finally heard that live confession on radio it seems to finally come full circle seeing those two officers in Citibank once upon a time. I suddenly realize the turbulence of our lives, and how, on a truly macro scale, all our lives bump into each other in seemingly random directions. In betwixt all this turbulence, we all make attempts to bridge our individual frailties: to get the upside without the downside, the sex without the love, the benefit without the cost.

And finally end up paying a larger cost in the end? Or maybe not.

The shortest distance between two points is not a straight line it seems. May we all toe that line carefully and navigate our lives well.

30 Sentiments On Marriage April 26, 2008

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Old email forwards are the bane of online space. However, doing a cleanup is sometimes a rewarding exercise. Because occasionally you uncover some gems. Here are 30 sentiments on married life to mull over. I suddenly realized that a growing percentage of my peer group have tied or is in the process of tying the knot. Against this, reading the list below takes very poignant meaning.

1. Marriage is not a word. It’s a sentence (a life sentence).
2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.
3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor’s Degree and  the woman gets her masters.
4. Marriage is a three-ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.
5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration: In the first year of  marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOR listens.
6. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends.You order what you want, and when you see what the other person has,  you wish you had ordered that instead.
7. There was this man who muttered a few words in the church and found himself married. A year later he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced.
8. A happy marriage is a matter of giving and taking; the husband gives and the wife takes.
9. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? Father: I don’t know son, I’m still paying for it.
10. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China , a man doesn’t know his wife until he marries her. Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!
11. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
12. They say that when a man holds a woman’s hand before marriage, it is love; after marriage it is self-defense.
13. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.
14. There was this lover who said that he would go through hell for her. They got married, and now he is going through HELL.
16. When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
17. Eighty percent of married men cheat in America , the rest cheat in Europe .
18. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin.  They just can’tface each other, but they still stay together.
19. Marriage is man and a woman become one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
20. Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After the marriage the “Y” becomes silent.
21. I married Miss right; I just didn’t know her first name was Always.
22. It’s not true that married men live longer than single men, it only seems longer.
23. Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.
24. A man was complaining to a friend: I HAD IT ALL-MONEY, A BEAUTIFUL  HOUSE, THE LOVE OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, THEN POW! IT WAS ALL GONE. WHAT HAPPENED, asked his friend. He says MY WIFE FOUND OUT.
25. WIFE: Let’s go out and have some fun tonight. HUSBAND: OK, but if you  get home before I do, leave the hallway lights on.
26. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another: AREN’T YOU WEARING YOUR RING ON THE WRONG FINGER? The other replied, YES, I, AM. I MARRIED TO THE WRONG MAN.
27. Man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.
28. It doesn’t matter how often a married man changes his job, he  still ends  up with the same boss.
29. A man inserted an ad in the paper – WIFE WANTED. The next day he  received a hundred of letters and they all said the same thing – YOU CAN HAVE MINE.
30. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing – either the car is new or the wife is.

 

Love In The Digital Age April 22, 2008

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Love Happens – is an online dating and introduction network. It’s like Friendster, but more obvious. People on it are REALLY looking for some er… affection (i.e. none of that “it’s complicated” and “just looking around” bullshit).

A female friend of mine invited me to Love Happens a couple of years ago (not failing to raise an eyebrow, if I remember correctly), and although I didn’t completely fill up my “Love Profile”, I didn’t cancel my account either — more out of curiosity than anything.

The result: every week I get a “Love Update” of people who matched my “preferences”. Although, for the record, no “Love” has ever really happened out of my faux-membership, it has, on the other hand, succeeded in giving my spirits a humorous boost at least once a week. Consider for instance, this week’s instalment of “Love Matches”:

Never fails to elicit at least a mild smile (usually a stress-releasing laugh) everytime! And everytime I also really wonder: could these be actual real people, um… looking for love, out there?

Thankfully, even my friend who “referred” me hasn’t appeared once in this “love network” or I’d be laughing silly. (You know who you are girl.)

Meanwhile outside of HSDPA enabled mobile broadband, I-Phones, I-Pods, voice activated super cars, and near-artificial-intelligence, somehow the digital age hasn’t quite come up with an adequate update to the match-making rituals. Sure having email and SMS have practically eradicated phone pals and pen pals, and have made it possible to make (and break) relationships on a click of a button, however so far computers and the internet have not yet become that reliable source of “Love” yet. As easily as we can order books and CDs, we can get instantaneous research, we can perform super calculations, but as far as finding that “special someone”, we haven’t really gotten any further than where we were decades ago.

Having worked in a financial institution, I’m accustomed to looking at reams of statistics. Back when I worked in a credit department, we used historical data on other people’s behaviour and characteristics to predict whether another person would be likely to pay their debt or run away with the cash. Elaborate statistical models called scorecards were built on these seemingly random data, and pretty soon you could isolate the likelihood of default to a particular location, age, and occupation.

The use of statistics to make judgements falls under a cool-sounding field called decision science where computers, armed with these scorecards are given the duty of making decisions that used to take days, and render judgement in split seconds. Now credit card applications, insurance claims, traffic light placements, train station ticketing, bookshelf arrangement, movie schedules, and countless other seemingly mundane decisions are all being influenced by decision science in order to better serve us.

On Amazon for instance, order a book about flowers, and the computer automatically shows you a book about pots, and perhaps flower arrangement–or whatever historical data shows what other books people who bought flower books also bought. So how come, match-making, and Love-matching, still doesn’t happen with the same characteristic smoothness as when we order a box of toothbrushes or golf clubs? How come I can’t simply select: blonde, busty, cheerful, and easy-going, and have the computer match me with someone like this delectable fraulien to the right?

(Although at second, maybe third glance, something seems to be wrong with this chick.)

The answer is deceptively simple.

Any decision model is only as good as its data. In the realm of love and relationships, data is either unavailable, or unreliable.

And as Dr. House always says: “People lie.”

Yes! The reason why computers have not helped us in our love-lives is the same reason why our love-lives are shitty in the first place: we lie about ourselves. No one, and I mean NO ONE has been completely honest with themselves and with their significant others, even while they are about to get married people keep things from each other.

Lies kill relationships, but we’ve done it so much and so well it’s nearly an art, so much so that we now believe that:

Lies keep relationships.

It’s an interesting thought to ponder. I know from my experience in financial markets that people are hardly rational agents when it comes to money unlike what we were all taught in economics. Sooner or later we all realize what even worse fools we all are when it comes to relationships.

It’s interesting with many dysfunctional and love-hate couples we all (as in WE ALL) know, you try to think why people just don’t hook up with someone really compatible. This is an open-ended question for now, because to even remotely do it justice will eat up too much space in this post, but I’ll revisit this topic again in due course.

Meanwhile, about that blonde chick, I think I finally figured out what’s wrong with her.

Positive Intentions April 17, 2008

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Talking about intentions, it’s an interesting oxymoron to think in the negative. This doesn’t necessarily mean thinking bad things, more of thinking non-things.

Like, you can say:

I’m not fat.

The brain actually does not interpret this properly, and ends up thinking of the word fat in order to understand it. However, consider a statement phrased in the affirmative:

I’m thin.

This merits instant recognition and registers immediately as a concrete thought.

Splitting more hairs, Doc? Not quite. Because actually the whole idea about intending something is being aware of the object or goal of the intention. As in the previous example, when you embark on a diet or exercise program, you don’t intend to be not fat, but you can intend to be thin.

This seems like second nature, until you realize how uncommon affirmative thinking really is. Like when religious people pray, as is often the case, they are asking for emancipation or deliverance from something. You can, as part of the prayerful, ask that your dear old uncle suffering from Type 1 diabetes finally recover from his death spiral.

However (regardless to what deity you are lifting your prayer to), in asking for that prayer, do you in fact see your dear old uncle as healed and whole from his ailment? Or do you still see him as he is now: bedridden, extremeties suffering from sores, unable to heal properly, in constant pain, and requiring a bitch of an insulin shot every so often? A safe bet is its the latter.

We pray in the negative–which, as our brain unable to interpret the intention, focuses on the specific object being wished away, rather than the opposite.

Your prayer to remove your uncle’s diabetes actually crystalizes the diabetes ailment in your mind. The implications? We’ll get to that shortly. Now dear old uncles aside, most people do their praying and wishing in a similar way: looking at the negative rather than the affirmative.

Now the result: provocatively, since the intention to negate focuses on the idea being negated, it actually reinforces it. Your thoughts call even more attention and strength to the thing you wished away. This isn’t supposed to be interpreted as rocket science though, nor is it a lame attempt to get into pseudo-religious discourse, but admittedly it does makes a very convenient and convincing proxy to the catch-all argument:

God works in mysterious ways.

Since your brain and by association your prayer (if applicable) is on the idea you are wishing away, that’s what happens and manifests. By praying for your uncle to recover from diabetes, the diabetes remains in force and gets stronger. Your intentions and prayers are getting answered, in not quite the way you thought or understood.

Like smiling is easier than frowning, affirming is much easier than negating. Why the absurd bias?

Can’t say actually. Although at this point, it’s also easier said than done if one has been used to negating everything around them in the first place.

Rather than wishing your uncles to not be sick, wish your uncles to be well.

Rather than wishing to not be fat, with to be thin.

Rather than wanting to not let go, wish to belong.

And so on and so forth.

At this point, it’s interesting to bring up the stories of people I know who might need a little crash course in affirmation. And, yep you guessed it, like so many interesting stories in this blog, these anecdotes are about women. Just for differentiation (and a little fun), let’s call them by some popular actress’ names: Jessica Alba, Keira Knightley, and Rachel Weicz. All women should be in their late twenties by the time I write this. Very attractive and ambitious career women in their own rights who work in top jobs in multinational corporations. However this is where their similarities end.

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Jessica Alba has been having a rough time of it lately. She landed a wonderful and strategic position in her company in the last year and had been deeply involved in a product launch that was supposed to take place in late 2007, but for one reason or another, and through no apparent fault of her own, kept moving and moving and moving. One thing after another caused the delays and sullied not only her credibility but especially that of her bosses. On one particularly hellish day, the head of her department called Jessica into his office to get a quick update on the goins on, with the product launch barely days away. Jessica gave her boss a rundown of the project-turned-fiasco, when finally the boss told Jessica to her face that she wasn’t fit to hold her job and he wanted her out of their department one way or another.

That was two months ago. Since then, after the product launch, Jessica keeps a low profile. And despite the growing incidence of backbiting in her immediate office feels helpless that she was deprived of the chance to show her worth. Of course it’s never the end of the world for corporates like Jessica–jobs and projects are a dime a dozen, but the experience has sapped her of her drive.

Jessica’s prayer is simple: I don’t want to be here anymore. She has been saying this for four months already.

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Keira Knightley is a highly driven executive consultant. She’s a cosmopolitan girl, always updated on her fashion sense, the latest buzz, and the places to be in. Keira’s professional life has been nothing short of flawless. Her projects are done well and mostly on time. She’s an effective manager, and keeps her bosses happy. This is pretty much inline with what Keira had been doing all her life–even back in school, Keira was mostly a straight “A”s kind of girl.

Keira’s poison? Let’s call him Zak Efron. Zak Efron is Keira’s old flame from college. Quite the opposite of straight-A’s Keira, Zak is a “come-as-you-are” kind of fellow. Although he’s quite updated in his own way with the pop culture of their generation, Zak is really more of a “sup?” kind of guy who hangs around anywhere, occasionally with Keira, ever since they broke up years ago. Keira and Zak meet up regularly, to catch up on old flames, and usually to end up arguing over some little thing that occurred or never occurred years ago. Sometimes, things get a little “steamy” in between, but this has been their game for some time now.

However, Zak is himself living with another girl: call her Ashley Olsen. And they not only share the same house, but the same bed (most of the time, when they’re not at war). Ashley is nothing like Keira, which suits Zak just fine, as he switches between them like underwear (Ashley being the daily-and-over-the-weekend boxers, while Keira is the occasional jockey brief). Keira and Ashley, although not openly objecting, are also aware of each other’s presence (they’re smart girls both of them). However, their focus in on Zak, because Zak is such killer of ladies.

Keira’s prayer and is simple: I don’t want to share the pedestal with anyone. She has been saying this for nearly nine years already.

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Rachel Weicz has been quite busy doing what she does best: her work. Although known as a spontaneous and bubbly individual by those who know her, Rachel has slowly gone through a transformation, that even she is afraid to admit. Back in college, Rachel was already quite a sensation, being one of the “lookers” on campus. Although her calm demeanor and demure looks belie a love-life that’s quite a roller-coaster to those who know.

Going on her fourth (or is it fifth?) boyfriend now, Rachel’s had the full stretch of love-hate arguments. Already closing on her thirties, there’s just one question that Rachel would rather face tons of work for than hear:

“So did he propose already?”

The “he” in Rachel’s life, is an ambitious young guy. Let’s call him Meester T. Meester T is currently abroad finishing his grad studies. Although he and Rachel have met up over the years, seems Meester T has been growing more and more distant and tentative every time Rachel sees him. In their last meeting, it was like Rachel was talking to a different man. The truth that Rachel fears is that Meester T’s feelings and priorities might be changing without him telling. Meester T is quite the prideful and ambitious person, and although he never tells Hillary to her face, everyone knows Rachel’s blessing and her curse: she’s been a trophy girlfriend all her life.

Which makes the current sketch of now quite unnerving. Although Meester T’s school is soon to end in the next 18-24 months, Rachel and T have not come to terms with the question of marriage quite convincingly. Add to that the unfortunate reality, that most of Rachel’s close friends have tied the knot recently, and some of them already have children or are on the way. The trophy girlfriend, once the envy of the group is now lagging quite behind.

Rachel’s prayer is simple: I don’t want to wait forever. She’s been saying this for going on four years already.

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Intentions, quite a bitch. They can set you free to achieve your goals, or trap you in a living hell that you didn’t realize already exists.

You don’t know this because you intended it. It’s a very clever distraction isn’t it?

Full Circle March 27, 2008

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Sunset I just realized this now, so many years later, about the lives I’ve lived, and the ladies who shared those lives with me.

I wrote about the deadly quartet once upon a time. These were actually based on real women I knew–and lives I extrapolated were based on their personalities as I remember them.

That extrapolation can be found in an older post:
http://docligot.blogs.friendster.com/the_pharmacy/2005/08/return_to_night_1.html

More to the point, these four women, were women I was actually attracted to, or dated in the past.

Outside of the creative background story I wrote about them in the past above, I originally referred to these four women as “Queens” of my life: Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, and Spades. As a matter of (non)background as well, I dedicated an old post to one of these queens:
http://docligot.blogs.friendster.com/the_pharmacy/2005/04/if_i_really_car.html

Why bring up the deadly quartet, or the four queens at this time?

Well recent events involving one of the queens/quartet finally closed off those chapters for good. It’s amusing to think about them now, since I dated these people close to half a decade ago, but as of today, all of these four women have gone with the wind.

The Queen of Clubs has left the castle. She was courted by another kingdom. She left, with many words unsaid between us (at least from my point of view). Of the four queens, I missed Clubs the most not because she was the prettiest (she wasn’t actually), but because she was the most likeable.

The Queen of Diamonds and I parted on sour terms. A small spat about money and investments was the cause. She dwells in a small kingdom at the fringe of our land. I hear about her very seldomly. It’s ironic, because of the four queens, I thought Diamonds and I were very compatible–because we spoke the same language. Ah… money can be a double edged blade sometimes.

The Queen of Hearts and I parted on even sourer terms than Diamonds. Actually I was never really attracted that much to hearts, but in hindsight, she was probably more attracted to me. Hearts and I could never agree on the same thing because as much as Diamonds and I were compatible, Hearts and I were very incompatible. She left not only the kingdom but the land as well. It’s actually very easy to zap Hearts an email, but I see no reason to.

The Queen of Spades and I are still on speaking terms, and we work together occasionally on a thing or two. The romance has died down into a friendly, albeit collegial kind of friendship. Spades and I share a certain penchant for angst, and to this day I remain slightly attracted to Spades, primarily for one reason: she’s quite a study in contrasts. A wickedly crazy smart sophisticated lady. Spades still lives in the kingdom, but has a king/consort.

Four women in as many years, and they’re all gone. Actually my last encounter with the quartet of queens ended more than two years ago, but in the interim I also had a sort-of attempt to slide back into the social scene, and actually got semi-involved with a new set of women, a trio this time.

I wrote about the trio in another former entry:
http://docligot.blogs.friendster.com/the_pharmacy/2006/11/turbulence.html

Having learned my lesson from the quartet, and how those relationships ended, made me more careful with the trio. And of the trio, I ended up with one. The one my angel told me about.

Who was the angel? Well I wrote about her too:
http://docligot.blogs.friendster.com/the_pharmacy/2006/12/and_so_it_isjus.html

Thinking about the angel brings me back decades ago, and ultimately it was she who started me on this crazy journey.

Hey angel, if in case you’re reading this, you’ll be happy to know that finally I’ve come full circle, angel, just so you know. And I’m happy knowing that you saw this coming once upon a time.