I was in Crate & Barrel yesterday afternoon when co-trailer trash
jearbear65oh calls my cell phone.
"Are you near a computer?" he asked.
"Um, nope. But there's some lovely pie plates to my left if you're interested."
"Maybe another time. When you get a chance, go to Bear411 and look up the profile of bear511."
"Why are you on Bear411 at 2:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday? Go outside and get some exercise. Come back to it at 2 AM like everyone else."
"Never mind why I'm on right now. Just go look as soon as you can." *click*
When Jeff and I returned to his place, we looked up
the profile in question:
"Bear511 - San francisco | CALIFORNIA | USA
Hi! My Name is Mark. I am a Bottom.
I Can Speak: -English-"
Fine & unexceptional, except the photo is that of my dear husband,
kent4str circa 1996. He's a little greyer now than he was then --10 years with me will do that to a person-- but that's him.
I'm so tempted to mess with Mark... "Great photo! Got any more? No? That's a shame, but hey look, I have photos of at our campsite! At our thanksgiving party! At our wedding!"
kent4str is still trying to decide if he's amused, angry or just annoyed. I'm choosing the amused option, but then again, it's not my photo. I wonder if anyone has ever used one of mine. And I wonder what this Mark
actually looks like.