There are all sorts of things I could write about these days. Hurricanes. North Korea testing ballistic missiles. The US doing its damnedest to get another Civil War started. The Cubs and their chances at a World Series repeat.
But I'm going to write about something you probably could not care less about. Assuming you care about any or all of the topics I just mentioned.
Recently, I had a very disturbing dream featuring an ex girlfriend. I'm not sure what I found most unsettling about the dream: the violence and mayhem we perpetrated or the fact that we were still a couple.
Anyway, not having had any reason to think of this person for roughly thirty years, it struck me as odd to have had such a vivid dream about her, so I have been thinking of her quite a bit since then. I decided to use the Internet to see if I could track her down.
No luck.
I decided to look up some other exes, and found most of them. One is married. One is divorced. A few are still single. I'm not ashamed to say I was relieved to see what I avoided by dodging those bullets. I'm sure they think the same about me, if they think about me at all. One is possibly playing for the home team. I don't know how I would feel if it turns out I was the one to put her off men for good.
It gnawed at me not to be able to learn anything about this one particular woman. Of course, it has been thirty years. She could be married.
Married and divorced. And remarried. So the name by which I knew her
might not be her name. She could be dead. Shit happens. Even so, it
bothered me to find that this person has no presence on the Internet. I contacted some old friends we had in common. They claimed to be ignorant of her current whereabouts. I guess they could have been lying to protect her. Or me.
Still, I wonder where she is and how she is. So if you know a Kris Willard, tell her Ray says hi.
