Okay, so he's an old friend. "Old" in the sense that I've known him since, well, I was a liberal newspaper reporter a long time ago. He's still a liberal, though I've grown up...and I promise, he's the last liberal man I'm ever going out with---even to dinner---on any sort of regular basis. Anyway, this man has been wearing me out for two months about my blog photo, which I like and he detests. I'm sick of hearing it and so am giving him my front page to air his hostility publicly. Then maybe he'll pipe down, Otis, and I can get back to making fun of his favorite liberals.
I've told him that this is not the dating game and I'm not the bacholerette and I like my civilized photo with pearls------all to no avail. So without further ado, I shall give you a man on a mission---to get me to find another photo for my blog:
Terrific writing, even from your right wing point of view. Although you are out of step with the rest of America, i.e. recall the last election, your take on a variety of other subjects makes for good reading. You would undoubtedly make a first rate journalist.
Now friends tell me you are an attractive woman of many talents and interests. Though I must say your prudish photograph portrays you more as a Belle Meade tea-sipping socialite, which is fine (I even know a couple of Belle Meaders) and certainly befits your political philosophy. However, not the vibrant, outdoor loving fly fisherwoman who has waded treacherous rivers across the world in search of the wily trout....so claim your admirers.
You're in your early forties? Forgive me, you look seventy. Or so says your photo. Keep up the good work. But for God's Sake, get a new photo and show the world the tiger within you.
And remember, I taught you everything you know about fly fishing.