Mark, a cafe acquaintance, friends of the Big-City Blonde, of late abandoning me to sit with her and her coterie, she's beautiful and single and ...
He doesn't need to apologize, I'm laughing. I've never been introduced, but I've never known so much about anyone in my life, friends, even, let alone strangers. She lives her life out loud. Her fashion sense, cutting edge, today it's tight denim cut-offs with rhinestone bedazzled cowboy boots. Fun, maybe, but should things go wrong the whole world will know and the world always sides with a beautiful woman.
Mark, himself pretty dry, is talking to me about the Anunnaki.
Secret masters of the Universe. Or something. It always amuses me when you meet someone that appears to be relatively straight laced and then they confess to some sort of whack-doodle belief. I promise to look them up, and I do, and am surprised, the sources are interesting, and I've an interest in Classical Mythology. And despite all my listening to Dr. Irving Finkel (still listening, still damned interesting) I've not heard mention of this. Yet.
Link: Wikipedia on the Anunnaki
His take, of course, is that they're space aliens or some such nonsense, and as he's preoccupied with Big City Blonde I'm off the hook for my response, not that I should worry, I'm really there just to listen...