So, what’s the latest about my Gabonese pilot who promised to fly me all over Africa and Europe?  What’s up with the man who promised me a fabulous Valentine’s Day date and then turned out to be married, yet continued to text me from Libreville, Milan, Paris, and Malabo?

Well… nothing.  I haven’t heard a word.

Not a peep.

I guess after I told him to clean up his skype chatting (he wanted to chat with me sans shorts), he has decided to go into a holding pattern.  Check-in with me next month to see where the situation flies to next.