My friends at work (I'm sure you are familiar with this part) all poke fun at my attachment to my 200LX, which goes everywhere with me. The thought of being seen in a singles pub with one seems worse than being caught with a pen protector in my shirt pocket.
When I'm not doing anything (like waiting for my friend Patricia at the pub of the River Club in Nyack, NY) I often write in my journal for a few minutes. Sunday I was doing this, and an attractive woman (Sonya) came over to see what could possibly be more interesting than the crowd around us. She thought I was balancing my checkbook (not impressive) but when she found I was writing in my journal it seemed much more interesting. I sort of regretted that I was meeting Patricia, but I declined the advance.
This has not been a unique experience either. Sometime Ill tell you about taking it country dancing... (No, I don't hang out in singles establishments. Like I told you I was meeting my friend Pat.)
--Ernest Lilley CompuServe ID: [72600,2521]