D3: The Accident

{In which our hapless protagonist wishes he had reviewed some basic physics principles before leaving the house this morning…}

My mission: To write a new diary entry every day on Craigslist until I've found the woman I'm meant to spend my life with… and to amuse you in the process

Day 3: Where were you honey?

Was I really alive when I woke up this morning? I mean really alive in that vital, I am aware of the universe, kind of sense? Apparently not, because two minutes after leaving my house I was on the side of the road with a crack in my helmet and a newfound awareness of my body. I was a non-voluntary blood donor at the intersection of asphalt and elbow. In what I consider a very unfair trade, I was compensated with some free asphalt. It was embedded into my arm, gratis! My takeaway lesson is threefold: Don't turn too fast. Don't turn too fast especially if you are leaning into the turn. And finally, don't EVER let your pedal catch the ground while turning… unless you enjoy making donations at unmanned roadside blood drives.

Where were you this morning? When I really NEEDED you? Do you know how hard it is to wrap bandages around your elbow while holding down gauze 1-handed? Well, it wasn't that bad in the end… I rode on to work despite the owie. Had a shower at work and washed as much asphalt out of the wound as I could with soap and determination. I work with two nurses, so I had them take a look and pronounce judgment. No amputation necessary. Phew…

Onto the search….

No big leads to follow in the real world today. Perhaps pain dulled my ability to see the world with unblinking eyes?

But I have had a few more fellow wanderers contact me! There were suggestions that I file a missing person's report. I'd really like to, but again, I don't have a definitive picture of her that I can give to the FBI. I still need your help. Please send me a picture of her if you have one. If you're not sure, send it anyway, along with any information you have. I'm really anxious to find her.

I know we don't have much info to go on yet, but this is what my heart tells me…

She's creative, affectionate, warm, loving and full of compassion for the world. She's intellectual, loves books on a wide variety of subjects and doesn't always reach for the easy reads. She leads a healthy lifestyle, appreciates the arts, isn't afraid to watch films with subtitles, has some interesting hobbies, knows that you have to make the toilet paper roll out from the top and that Bush may be the worst president in the history of the United States.

Sorry if I lost you with the Bush comment there, but it had to be said… Nevertheless, if, in some strange, alternate universe, my wife actually likes Bush, I guess I’ll have to love her anyway. After all, my dad likes Bush and I love and admire him very much. We just don’t talk politics much. It’s much more fun to just watch football games together… Go Chargers!

[I’ve been a San Diego native since birth, except for those two years abroad…]

Ok, enough clues for tonight. I've got to write back to a few fellow wanderers!