“Well yeah. Things could have ended better,” he said. “But I’m still not going to send you some scathing mail. And they didn’t end that badly either. They just ended, that’s all. At least that’s how I saw it. I don’t remember it being bad, outside of the fact it ended in first place. That was bad.”

“Okay. Well I didn’t think they ended very well. But I also didn’t think I should do anything about it. I figured we had a scab, so best not to pick it. I didn’t see how any good could come of it. And it would have been different if you didn’t know what happened to me. But I was writing my blog and I knew you’d read it and see what was going on. You know.You would be able to see how the movie ended. What happened was not kept from you. You could read and see I was okay. You’d know I was happy and I was with the AMF.”

“You knew I was reading your blog? How did you know that?’

“Well you pretty much told me you would. You told me you’d track me like a dog on a scent for the rest of my life.” I laughed. “What do I think that means? Don’t you remember telling me that?”

“Yes and I meant it,” he said.

“Well I never thought you didn’t. You always do what you say you’re going to do. And besides, why not? I am a person worth tracking, aren’t I? Of course I am or you wouldn’t do it. If I bored you, then you wouldn’t track me, you’d just be gone. But I don’t bore you. Bore you a little or bore you now and then, maybe. But not bore you, bore you.”

“Nope. Never got bored.”

“Well I didn’t necessarily think you would read every day or anything. But I did think you would come around now and then. I figured you’d peep in or make the rounds or something like that. Track me is track me, right? You said you were going to track me so of course you’re going to do it and it was fine with me. It didn’t affect what I posted or anything. Oh, sometimes I would put something up and think if you happened to come that day and read it you’d be pissed. I knew if you saw it you’d get all hot and want to debate and argue with me.” I laughed. “But oh well. It didn’t stop me. You know. To hell with you. I am going to have my life. Nothing is ever going to stop me.”

“That happened all the time. I did get pissed off at some of the stuff you’d say.”

“Not surprising, and so what? You can use the aggravation. That’s how I see it. I know you. You don’t mind getting hot once in awhile. Getting pissed off is good for your soul, so if it happened? Well then thank you, Elsa. But really, I just let it go completely. I had no choice, actually. A lot of time passed and I couldn’t track you if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to because I’m not a tracker in the first place. I’m just not the type. I was with the AMF, I was happy and besides that, I have no interest in tracking a person at all. I like to deal with a person directly and if I can’t, then I don’t deal at all.”

“I do,” he said. “I have an interest in that. I like to track.”

“I know. And you don’t like it, you love it. So go ahead. Meanwhile I just went on with my life.”

Do you track people surreptitiously? Are you a Scorpio?

Ha ha ha, like any of you are going to cop. But I know you are here. Scorpio won the poll. Here it is from November.

And here’s a better question:

Do you (or would you) mind being tracked?
I don’t. I am actually flattered.

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