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Ah the joys of searching for female love and companionship in the 21st Century! I think back to that day seven years ago, that inspired the comment on my profile about blue, green and gray little men. I wonder what planet she is on now?
We first made contact on Yahoo, back in the days when Yahoo was free and had lots of profiles of real people on it. She was an attractive, gracile nurse living in Dahlonega, which is about 35 miles away from here on the other side of a spur of the Blue Ridge Mountains. After exchanging emails several weeks, she announced that she wanted to meet me in person on a Saturday morning prior to committing to date. She assumed I was married or had a girl friend, so was shocked when I said, "Sure!" She then explained that she had discovered five guy friends in a row to be married.
Well, I was shocked when she showed up at my door and looked like her photo. I was doubly shocked when after only a few minutes of conversation, she grabbed me and began kissing me something up a storm. Now here I was, prepared to always be a Southern gentleman, and she was messing up my whole plans of appearing to be a nice guy.
This went on for awhile, until she felt something, and exclaimed "Excellent, this will do fine!" She immediately stopped the making out, and shifted back to conversation. However, the conversation instantly became quite bizarre as she described the little blue men, she had seen on several occasions in the Dawson Forest that lay between my county and hers. In fact that same morning, she claimed to see four little blue men crossing Highway 136 as she drove over here.
In the 1950s and 1960s the Dawson Forest had been utilized by Lockheed Aircraft Corporation to experiment with nuclear engines for space ships. The massive underground complex had supposedly been shut down in the early 1970s, and the lands converted to a state owned forest. However, all of us thought it was quite strange that for two weeks after the 9/11 Terrorist Attack, Harrier Fighter jets constantly circled round and round the Dawson Forest. Was there something special about the deer and beer in those there parts?
After telling everything she knew about the little blue men of Dawson Forest, she invited me to come visit her that evening. It was quite obvious what she anticipated our recreational activities to be on the first date. I accepted, because her proposed social activities program was definitely more interesting than network TV.
Late that afternoon, as I passed over the bridge spanning The End of the World Rapids of the Amicalola River, I started looking for extraterrestrial creatures. Sure enough, at almost the exact spot where she saw four little blue men cross the road, I saw a small huminoid peaking from around a mountain laurel bush a the edge of the highway right-of-way. However, it was BROWN! She had lied to me. I could never again trust a woman, who intentionally misled me to think that the Little Brown Men of the Dawson Forest were Blue. Wouldn't you feel the same?
P.S. - Every thing is this blog is true, except my last paragraph. The little man was actually olive green! 
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