The Last Stand

My travels are approaching and I’m no closer to knowing his name. My options are narrowing. Balance is now key. How do I proceed in this mission and employ data retrieval techniques without appearing like a sure thing? Regardless if I am or not (please ignore the devilish chuckle), one must demonstrate an air of appropriate behavior that matches that of a fine, respectable young Christian woman. Why? No good reason really. Except for the Asian upbringing that creates a need for a very controlled public appearance (think Myanmar, China, North Korea). Plus, I don’t know if I want to be the one to blow up the illusion of how an proper, young-ish lady should act in the eyes of a young and idealistic Texan. So, if anyone knows a respectable Christian lady who knows this stuff, please send her my way. Thanks.

The other thing is that I’m really hoping that the name I have in my phone is really his name because, even if I heard it, I really wouldn’t recognize it regardless of what it is. John, Mark, Jeffrey, Raoul. Yeah, no clue. Next time, I really need to care enough to pay better attention.

It’s time to get serious here. Playing this part of the sweet lily is really getting old. I have plans to make and objectives to meet and it ain’t gonna happen with me waiting around when I know what I have to do.

Grab phone.
Turn on Text Mode.
Type.

This is my plan. Tell me yours. Send it to me in email.

Send.
Wait.

— Ballyhoo Backcaster