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So that idiot to the right — the one from the last post — eventually wrote back to me saying that we had “shared a bottle of wine” and “so much more” in California in 2006. I was certain he was wrong, as I would never share “so much more” with someone who would describe drinking and doing it as “sharing a bottle of wine” and “so much more”. I wrote back and told him he was making a mistake. He wrote and said he wasn’t, and included my (accurate) cell phone number. This scared me. He kept writing things like, “it was a beautiful moment in time and it’s okay if your life has moved on…” and I kept looking hard at that horrible barbed wire tattoo on his bicep and wondering if I’d gone into a fugue state and needed to consult a neurologist.

After 17 emails, I eventually wrote: ARE YOU SURE YOU WERE NOT AT TREASURES STRIP CLUB IN THE SUMMER OF 2008 AND WE MET AND WE TALKED ABOUT BOXING AND I GAVE YOU MY BUSINESS CARD????

As it turns out, we DID meet in the strip club in Houston. We talked about boxing. I gave him my business card. We shared no wine nor other wet things. He had confused me with some other woman he’d plowed in 2006 in California. I became extremely angry.

Now I am no longer angry.

What I am, however, is at the end of this radio program. If you click on the play button and fast forward to minute 42:00, you’ll hear me interviewed by a French robot.