I haven't visited the tracking software attached to this blog in almost a year, but.... every once in a while, a man likes to know who's hanging out in the neighborhood.
Amazing what details are there for someone to see. Tracks in the mud, both dried and fresh, but all quite readable.
For one specific visitor:
I dislike games. I dislike purposefully created identities meant solely to obscure and obfuscate. I dislike mysterious communications designed to play on emotions.
Strike one.... two.... three. You are out.
Oh, and I do not think you are mean, just human. There are no hard feelings, and I wish you the best in life. You deserve nothing less.