The Greek Facebooker did not touch upon my "beauty" until the end of a brief conversation about Greece and Europe.
Is this a case of a clinically retarded( the word here has nothing to do with political incorrectness) naive approach to people, (mine), or on the other hand, a case of too much suspicion?(mine).
You could easily say that I am old enough not to get into these dilemmas online, or that it is silly to have a second or third thought about this type of thing.
I am meticulous about friendship. My friends are tight and love is in the air in my life in great gusts.
Yet, I remain open to warm-hearted, brilliant, wise, funny, fiscally-adept strangers. Watch out, the world is flooded with them.
How could the quest for such experience ever end?
This, itself, is life's adventure. That at any moment something will astonish you and change you for the better.
And yet, I thank my Facebook Greek acquaintance for his flattery as I say the Greek equivalent of adieu.
In summation, I have come to a Carrie Bradshaw moment.
As Carrie Bradshaw would say, "I couldn't help but wonder"....
Have the lines between trust and suspicion merged into one lane?
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