The Promise

I've got a secret.

This one's a big one. This one will fucking blow you away if you knew it.

NO, LINDA, I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER. (just thought I'd cut you off at the pass.)

Besides, it's supposed to blow you away.

Well, it's a good thing she DOESN'T read this, because that was rather insulting on my part. Hey, look, I'm always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. I told two people out there, privately, about my little Mind thing a week ago, and hopefully nobody read that blog post that I censored because beyond those two people I think it would just garner a whole lot of people thinking of polar bears to jam my feelers.

Anywho, for follow up, it's been pretty unavoidable to keep myself from doing that some more. At this point, not a day goes by that I don't stumble onto something here or there. Not all of it is a big deal. Little things from how uncomfortable the bed is to how delicious (or not) something is. But it is pretty vivid stuff, and occasionally I'll stumble onto something that just reenforces the reputation. I can't help it, especially if she can't.

I keep getting distracted. Right, the secret. Well, it's a bit of an experiment. On June 18th 2005, I made an assertion. On that same day, the assertion was met with positivity. We didn't talk about it again until a day or two later. She was serious. I was serious. This is an official experiment.

What does this experiment entail?

... umm... ahhh... *blush*

I'll tell you in 10 years.