Today I read yet another article about Tony online.

It was personal interview, not of the kind where the interviewer is exclaiming, "Look! I spoke to Tony! In Person! Just us two in the same Room! Couldn't you just Die of happiness!" which drives me nuts, because I can't imagine anyone ever dying of happiness. If people actually died of happiness though it might possibly explain the wretchedness of our existence.

No, this was a personal interview in that the interview tried to pry into his personal life, and he came unzippered. There was a definite glimpse of his private parts, and I had to look away because I did not want to know that much about her personal heartaches. And yet, I did. I'm married already. The odds of even meeting Tony are slim. And yet, he is very, very attractive. I feel as if we could know each other on a deeper truer plane than I have ever known any one before. We could meet heart to heart and connect through any superficial stuff and truly understand one another.

He spoke of hoping to meet his soulmate, and of knowing her once he had found her. But I know how unrealistic it must be to meet a fan and find what you are looking for.

Yet surely, I dream. I close my eyes, and I can reach out and just feel the stubble on his cheek.  ¶ 7:25 AM