Profile? What’s a Profile?

Known agent provocateur Lou walks up behind his sweet loving wife, and begins to crtique the show she is streaming. She reaches up tweeks my nose and returns to viewing. Not the reaction I hoped for. The James Bond music fails to fade in; I have failed in my mission.

In those bright days before the internet There would have been a tape in the machine, or worse you’d have to wait until the show was scheduled to play at another time to capture what I made her miss. But now it’s easy to run back and get the crtical action without interruption.

It was a dating show, and all the candiudates were geezers like us. In my normal idiot mode I told her what I’d want in a geezer date, which ones I’d find hot, and those that were not. That is the problem of course I’ve become a dirty old man, and no one else would have me…she understands – I’m hopeless. And she is my enabler.

OK, folks, let’s face it. We have history. Many of us have web track records. Yikes! Google me and you’ll soon find the many blog posts and other idiotic things I’ve done. What geezer babe wants to get intimate when I start reeling out the tales of that ill-fated trip to…well, almost anywhere. There were so many. The idea of a date with a person who has a “history” is kind of fun. Until you catch the date looking behind the bar to see if there is a poster hanging there with his name on it saying “banned for life.” As the dating coach on the show said to one of the prospects “Try to be interested, rather than interesting.”

In other words don’t tell that story about the time you got up and joined the dancer on stage and…shit there I go again!

Daily writing prompt

Do you remember life before the internet?

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