I guess it was TMI. I will just say in my own defense that the post was inspired by a nice feeling about her, nothing else. It was nice to like and be liked by someone as nice as her. If you haven't noticed, my social life isn't much to write home about. (Not blaming anyone but myself for that).

Without doing any research, I am quite sure you talk a lot more about women's bodies than I do.

A kid in college in your 60s -- now there is a scary thought. My daughters already think I am old and out of it sometimes, and I'm only 52.

You can make all the wiseass remarks about this woman's brains you want to. I know better. What made you think that? That anyone who likes me must be stupid?

I do not expect to see her again. It was nice for what little time it lasted. If you have a problem with that, tough muffins.

>Mike, your last post was just too much...I've decided to resurrect MST3K...I'll call it MST_KG...with me, Katy and my smartest cat (Cosmo), instead of Mike, Servo,and Crow...
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>Thanks. More of a smoking gun there than I remembered, or chose to remember. I really was out of it.
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>K2: wait...Mike smoked? I thought Mike drank
>Cosmo: no, the woman who called the E.R. smokes, Mike drinks
>KG: You can still call the E.R. with one hand and smoke with the other, K2....
>K2: Thanks dad...want a beer or a smoke?
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>Like I was not designed to move easily among my fellow citizens as so many people do.
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>KG: I felt the same way when I first changed a diaper
>K2: Don't worry dad, some day you'll figure it out.
>Cosmo: Just like Mike will someday figure out how to make a post without talking about a chick's booty
>K2: Daddy's still learning that one, too
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>Here is a case in point. I fell in love with a woman I met on the psych ward. Nuts, right?
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>Cosmo: NO!!!
>K2: Really?
>KG: Get out
>Cosmo: They really should give him a lie detector test.
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>I'd go after her at a party.
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>K2: Daddy, isn't there some line about girls getting prettier when the bar hits closing time?
>Cosmo: How do you think you were born?
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> My working theory was she was a new staffer embedded with the patients as a learning experience.
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>KG: Did he say "working theory", or "working angle"?
>Cosmo: What's the difference?
>K2: About 3 beers
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>she got us all going with a game that involved drawing pictures indicating a common phrase.
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>KG: We used to have beer games in college like this
>K2: Daddy, what's college?
>Cosmo: Something you'll be in when your daddy turns 63
>KG: Thanks Cosmo.....
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> She was AMAZING at it, both drawing and guessing.
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>Cosmo: Wonder if she can walk and chew gum at the same time?
>K2: I'm only 6 months old and I'll bet I'm already smarter than this broad
>KG: I'll bet she smelled like cigarettes and juicy fruit and body odor and arpege
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>Her brains and enthusiasm were infectious.
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>KG: Just like H1N1
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> When she made a particularly good play she would react with enthusiasm, lifting her hands over her head and shaking her booty.
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>Cosmo: Just like when Chad Ochocinco scores a TD
>K2: Or when Daddy makes dinner without setting the kitchen on fire
>KG (to K2): Exactly what did mommy tell you?
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>Two alleged nuts. Two rolling stones loose in the world, to steal my own stolen line.
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>KG: (playing a guitar): "Hot rod hearts, Out on the mental ward tonight... "
>Cosmo: Do you think anyone actually remembers that song?
>K2: Just wait...in five minutes he'll be attempting to sing the Beatles
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>When I was checked out we were eating dinner, the three of us around a table. Me, her, and her shelf organizing cohort. (A very hot blonde, and it's interesting how little that mattered).
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>K2: The less said about this, the better
>Cosmo: This is starting to read like David Duchovny's diaries
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> The nurse came in and said Mike, your ride is here. We all stood up. She grabbed me in a hug and held me tight. She was in typical ward attire -- NASA PJ bottoms and a forgettable top in her case
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>Cosmo: Except he didn't forget
>K2: Isn't this how it all started?
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>- but I think it was the sexiest hug I have ever felt. It was an "I like you" hug.
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>K2: "Daddy, Grammy gives me "I like you hugs" all the time, what's the difference?"
>KG: Did Grammy have scotch for breakfast?
>Cosmo: K2, do you see the distinction?
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>We already had our own private language going.
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>K2: Daddy has a private language, but I can't figure it out
>Cosmo: What's that?
>K2: Something about every Democrat should take it up the a__
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>Stupidly, I did not ask her for her phone number after the hug. So I will probably never see her again unless I scour the streets of Mundelein until I find her.
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>KG: What's the over-under on Mike finding this woman's name?
>Cosmo: About the same over-under as the woman getting angry later