This one was called:
We all want people to like us
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But what are we willing to do to achieve that goal?
I am learning some very interesting things, now that I am actually reading other people’s blogs. For example, and without mentioning any names, I learned I am not the only one who feels as if I wish I had more time to read ALL of the posts on ALL of the blogs I have visited. The idea of running around in cyberspace, looking for shining lights of intelligence in the darkness, trying to form a relationship with them, trying to say how much I like them and I wish they liked me just as much, just reminds me of back when I first started to date. The only difference is that I am dressing up and preening my wit instead of the rest of me.
But even in those days of longing and loneliness, trying to make an impression on anyone I was remotely interested in, I would only stoop so low to not end up alone. I never impressed girls with lies, and I never took advantage of a girl who had been drinking. (I had the advantage of being a hunk, so I never needed to stoop so low, but I like to think I wouldn’t have anyway)…
Well, it turns out that I still have principles. I want this blog to take off, but I am not willing to lie to do it. I promise you all, that if I visit your blog, I will give you an honest assessment. If I said I like something you wrote, I meant it. I will never tell you I read more than I did, or liked it more than I did. And I will also try to dig deeper into your past posts whenever I have spare time.
As proof of this honesty, I would like to point out that the picture of me in the red shirt in my profile… (the one with the wardrobe malfunction)… is not an up to date picture of me. That is what I looked like back in the 80s when I was in my early twenties. This was not an attempt to deceive anyone. I just figured that my blog was full of recent pictures of me, and that you would all see the real me. It never occurred to me that many of you will never scroll all the way back to the beginning of my blog. I don’t blame you. We are all busy people.
So if I have to tell you that I love how clever you are, but it is not really my kind of thing, please don’t hate me. At least I am not pouring cheap booze down your throat while telling you my Corvette Stingray is in the shop.
If you would also allow me one suggestion; even if you don’t read all of my posts, at least give the one about Shakespeare a quick browse. It really is funny… (And the baby pictures of me wouldn’t kill you either)…
Pouring My Art Out 
Any of the baby pictures I have seen so far are adorable. Have to be honest about the hairdo in this one though it is a bit creepy.
I know what you mean
That photo of you is now the inspiration for my next story.
you won’t be the first… HA!
oh boy! Trent’s gonna write a scary story!!
ha
The scariest.
hey now
ok, I’ll say it. I think your cute. I woulda gone for ya.
I was and you sure the heck would have… HA!
HAHA! and you wouldn’t have given me the time of day.
you don’t know that
yeah, I’m pretty sure of it. That was just me. Ha. Pretty much still is. IDK. I had an ex NY cop a big loud Italian guy, who didn’t appear to be afraid of anything tell me I was very intimidating. me? really? what? Is it my skinny little stick arms? god I laughed when he told me that. It’s my sheer size isn’t it? (I weighed in at about 115 maybe 120 with rocks in my pockets) I think he finally told me it was cause I am smart. what?
smart women don’t scare me…
oh geeze. I meant you’re…
Ha…
see?? smart…
I was thinking the same thing.
ok, this is weird. Did you actually post this? or are we in some kinda weird time warp? A private post for me only?? Great. Now I feel weird.
wait… what?
look around Art. It’s only you and me here.
I will try to remain a gentleman…
Yes, no one else can see this.
HA!…
that is what I was beginning to think.
see what???
So then there’s nothing to worry about.
is there ever?
In the words of the infamous Alfred E Newman “what me worry?”
yes, you