Talk about some perfect timing...this fella was dead on in my quest for good friends in the great big old world of Yahoo! mens. He was a musician by trade..smartass by choice. Years ago, he was one of the jingleaires at the Turner Ad Agency in Memphis. Musical whore, he called himself. When we met in a chatroom, I was wet behind the ears on the divorce thing and he was a veteran of the whole war. As the story went, he had split with his wife about seven years earlier over a woman that had turned his head counter clockwise. Following the divorce, he stayed with her out of guilt and what not. Not a happy camper, if you know what I mean.
Now you must remember that I was totally hooked on chat at this point and I wore his butt out checking in about five times a day. Like the gentleman that he is, dude was there in the window when I needed him. Mark cooked in a crockpot while he wrote musical scores for the Air Force band, always leaving room for the drummer. Phone work is what he hated most...doing headstands in shit, he called it. The girlfriend moved to Nashvegas sometime during the next year and he visited a few times, but kept mostly close to homebase and the crock pot. I invited him to dinner a couple of times but we never met in person. All I had was a picture of his sassy self with a beret on top of a probably bald head with sound equipment in the background.
He called one Saturday night to tell me a story about love at first sight. While browsing threads on the new Mac thingy he'd bought, he bumped into a lady in California whose son had just bought one. They started chattin' and one thing led to another with trips from the west coast to the midsouth and back again. I believe Jerrie was her name, and she had grandchildren who adored him as much as they did their granny. The wedding was coming up soon! I cried, like the sucker that I am for a real life love story. Asked him to stay in touch after the move to California. Sucker never did.
Happy Anniversary Rvrguy ^j^