For most people the 21st of September marks the official end of summer, but for a reality TV junkie like myself the crowning of Jordan as season eleven Big Brother Champion means fall has arrived.

Television has influenced much of my life since my early sexual attractions to Mr. Grant as a youngster. That in itself should have been an early warning system to a lifetime of off centre sexual behaviours, not that it would have changed my fate anyhow. How excited was I though when this summer it all came together? My love of internet cruising, sexual adventures, and the Mary Tyler Moore Show landed me in Minneapolis.

Now I was doing long distance hookups back in the time BI(Before Internet) when you may have had a fifty word personal ad and maybe a poloroid, if you were lucky, to base a horny decision on. With decades of experience I have honed my spidy senses a bit better than the average jet setting cocksucker. So when that initial spark told my gut I had to go to the Twin Cities and meet this Man that clicked so well to my personality like a missing puzzle peice. I had to go, but unlike Mary who drove into Minneapolis every week in the opening credits, I hopped on a plane and flew in to meet this Man, and it was good! So good that three weeks later I had to return to see if lightening indeed could strike twice, it did. Far exceededing any such experience of the past and as a result leaving me without any frame of reference with which to compare.

Where does this leave me now? With a plane ticket eagerly awaiting Canadian thanksgiving so I can return to this Minnesotan who has not only captured my interest but my heart and my head as well, and loving every minute of it. I must advise the novice that my Minneapolis experience is the exception and not the rule. Not to say that I have not met some great guys along the way, but when lightening strikes sometimes yah just gotta throw your hands up, take the risk and enjoy the ride, cause yah just never know what might be waiting. All I can say is I am glad I was a Mary Tyler Moore Fan because it could have been WKRP and god knows what perils may have been waiting in Cincinatti.