I am a victim of a "heat seeking missle". When I show up at my local health club to walk, a new acquaintance seeks me out immediately (like a missle). If I am in the building, Arlo will find me and begin immediate conversation. He talks and I listen. And he talks. I listen.
I have been trying to avoid Arlo.
It started with a conversation about retirement which included investment clubs. Turns out Arlo was president of several national clubs and he suggested I join an organization. I politely refused but soon I was being given stacks of old magazines that come with membership. Some magazines were 6 years old. I think he was cleaning his house.
Another conversation was about tracing "family trees". Arlo has 14.000 relevant names that he has researched. He gave me feedback on my son-in-laws relatives in Wausau and important people from Plymouth that are related to him. He has offered to help me with my research.
Yesterday I indicated that Mom and I were debating about sending Christmas cards. He has an automated "address labeling machine" and he would be happy to print labels for me to make my job easier.
He has given me pears from his orchard.
He has provided me with addresses where I can contact him at all hours (all on personal cards).
You get the idea. He ingratiates himself to you by doing you favors. Being the social butterfly that I am, this is all very flattering. Fatal attraction at the health club..
Arlo goes south to Texas at the end of this week. He is gone for 3-4 months. I get my "space" back. But, he will be return.
I know I'm not generating a lot of sympathy with my "adventures with Arlo". You should have my problems.
Have a nice Thanksgiving!
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Dad