My failure to reclaim dating skills I never quite possessed is the real story of my non-relationships with Bertina and Maureen. For the latter person I became a disembodied pen pal -- a reliable "voice" somewhere off there, mostly unconnected to flesh and bone, totally bereft of emotion or pain. I should have been aware of that fact then -- and I should have tried to correct it. Sooner, earlier, more emphatically!
For the former "datee" I should be writing a book, rather than a poor remembrance in a blog. There were so many high points corresponding to so many more low points. Suffice it to say at this point that some of these "true stories" will come out here and there over the life of this blog -- as they did in conversations with my friends and confidants at the time of their occurrence. I am certainly not always right about things I have undergone, mostly due to the "rosy-colored memory" effect. But what is true for me, is true for me and the way I try to live. And so it is; and so it must be.
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