Like many other curious Georges, I’ve never been a Match.com subscriber, but I did create a profile to keep up on what’s out there. Something I’ve come to believe is that at the certain point, it’s critical to stop monkeying around with things you cannot possibly be serious about because our time is so valuable. That should be enough to help you figure out what I’ve done. The profile I speak of is gone. Bits and bytes, 1s and 0s, digital dust for a wind that’s blowing in someone else’s direction.
There’s more. I eliminated myself from the casting process for a new reality show. It might have been an interesting experience. On television, the drinks are stronger. The characters more scandalous. And the scripts, larger than life. But I imagine that my vine-to-vine way of living already makes my programming more reality than most televisions get. Plus as a PR, I ought to know by now. Nothing is more real than reality. The authentic moment is now a sought-after commodity.
Anyway, my motive was to have already done both. Because it only takes five minutes and that’s all, the excuses won’t be worth the breath in my lungs. So I’ll cut to it. The point I’m trying to make is, as the saying goes, do, or do not. It is or it isn’t.
She, is, and all the rest, isn’t. Others, aren’t.
No more lures. And no chance I discover others as We Go On. Not that anything or any person would dare - I’ll make it obvious to everyone around us. She’s a keeper.
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