Radiogurl a la Carte

2004-03-08
Weird Eye for the Church Guy

Postscript to Near Miss of the Wild a few days ago. I now have a first name for Church Guy and think I know who he is. If it's who I'm thinking of I see him sporadically at one of the local businesses I frequent, and have talked to him now and again - but if so, I had no clue that he knew who I was, much less that he was privy to details like where I go to church.

I'm not sure if that is more or less freaky. And it still doesn't account for why he would ask my ex-father-in-law for my phone number. But it turns out to be a good thing - in the course of that I discovered that my 'non-published' phone number appears in the phone book, along with my home address.

I am seriously not happy about that and VERY glad I'm moving in a matter of three weeks. Given that little detail I figure it makes precious little difference whether I stay here or move, in terms of my ex potentially finding me. I'm ripping the pinhead off of whatever phone company genius can't get their act together any better than that.

Given that I may have to go in to work at 5am again tomorrow (technically later today) I suppose I should sign off and go to sleep.

Church Guy's still a big question mark - I don't know if I want to go there, for about a thousand reasons. If in fact he knew me from the odd 'hello' from a distance, and went through these permutations to get my personal info but DIDN'T know my real last name, sounds like he's probably another radio groupie. And the fact that he shows up at my CHURCH - when I have to guess he only knows me from the radio - isn't encouraging.

Did the stalker thing a few years ago, not the least bit interested in going there again, ever. Neither do I need to throw another minute of my life away on a radio groupie - I married one and didn't find out until well after the fact. I'm not about to go down that road again.

But there's one other not-so-cool detail. The place I'm moving is only about two blocks behind where this guy works, and if I'm right he knows what my car looks like. I am thinking of reconsidering starvation wages in NYC just to get out of here...

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )