More disappointment, and a plan

I was checking my Facebook account this morning and I saw the most surprising and wonderful thing! Sitting in my inbox, awaiting my approval sat a friend request from a Conor Barker! Oh what joy leapt in my heart when I read that strong, noble name. It was as if the rain had stopped, the clouds parted, and an angel had come down from heaven to hang out in the hot tub with me for the afternoon. Yet, all was not well with my soul. As my initial excitement waned, I began to notice inconsistencies on this Conor’s profile, the most glaring of which was his middle name, Guillaume. My Conor is Norwegian, not French, and certainly does not have a middle name like Guillaume. As I pondered such an anomaly, horrible memories of interweb(net) identity theft crept into my consciousness, and it hit me: this friend request had not come from my Conor, it came from an imposter! Tears streamed down my face as the stark truth hit me in the balls like one counselor to another.

30 minutes later:

I’ve recovered from the initial shock and sorrow from thinking I’d found my Con. Although terribly painful, this incident has shown me what I need to do: I need to set out on a search, world-wide if necessary, to try and find my Con. My soul shall not be at peace until I have at least made this effort. I’ve already packed my things and am ready to go; I only hope I have enough quarters to keep my car going until I find him.


with resolve,
Grunt