Fourteen months of email communication, and if my calculations are correct, we will finally meet face to face.
She wouldn’t send me any pictures of her, but wanted my picture. That seems to me to be one sided, but I liked all of the nice things she said in her notes.
Finally, the other day she consented to meeting me. However, she said if it was “meant to be,” I would have to solve her clues to when and where.
I didn’t need to study the clues any longer, but wanted to confirm my analysis. She said she wanted me to be a drifter, under the lights, in SC, NM when everything was straight up, and on the day that Julius Caesar was assassinated.
So, I was to meet her on the Ides of March, which is today March 15, at high noon, in Silver City, New Mexico at the Drifter restaurant, under the table lights. She knew my name, but wanted me to wear a red hat.
Sitting here over an hour early today, I wondered if she was truly going to meet me. Thirty minutes after sitting in the booth, an attractive blonde sat down almost on my lap, “I really like your hat, mister.”
We talked for over an hour and she finally said it was time to consummate our meeting. I left more than enough to cover our meals.
As we were walking out the door, another woman blocked the exit, hands on hips, “RICH?”