Email from Paris: V., v. early in the morning
TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: I WAS IN ENGLAND YAY
Rory -
You've been lying to me, haven't you? I knew something was off with your email today, and now, after using GMail's searching features to the best of their intended abilities, I've figured it out.
Very sneaky, Gilmore, very sneaky.
From your email sent on 2/11:
Notice - you *specifically* say that you are not dating anyone, and in fact, you have given up on boys.
Now, this is enough to tell me that you had been lying to me for whatever reason about having a boyfriend. But then, upon further perusal, I noticed this from your email earlier:
You? Are way, way too defensive of secret relationships.
Ergo, I conclude:
You're having an affair with one of your married teachers, aren't you?
I must admit, I'm hurt you lied. But then again, I can understand. I myself have seen a number of fantastically good-looking older men.
So, who is it?
A stodgy but buff history man?
A callous, yet shy artist?
Or Mr. Academically Attracive Journalism Prof., who you wound up spending long hours with due to newspaper, and one thing just...led to another?
Catch me up, Rory. I'm onto you.
- Paris
P.S. Princeton boy's name is Jamie.
FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: I WAS IN ENGLAND YAY
Rory -
You've been lying to me, haven't you? I knew something was off with your email today, and now, after using GMail's searching features to the best of their intended abilities, I've figured it out.
Very sneaky, Gilmore, very sneaky.
From your email sent on 2/11:
- >> So you and the bunny guy broke up, and you're just telling me now, and all you can say is "Boys suck and I'm sick of them"? What gives, Gilmore? Are you going gay on me? Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just didn't peg you as a lesbian.
- >>> It didn't work out, that's all. Nothing to talk about. And no, not seeing anyone these days - I'm ignoring guys for awhile. 'Cause hey, it worked for you.
Notice - you *specifically* say that you are not dating anyone, and in fact, you have given up on boys.
- >> What about you, on the guy front? Normally you've got guys throwing themselves at you; it's the porcelain doll thing, I think. Dry spell, or what?
- >>> I was kind of seeing someone, and we're on a break now. He had to go home for a little while. And Jess - you remember Jess, of course - showed up here for a little while. But the guy who went home and I haven't broken up, exactly. I don't think, anyway.
So...no dry spell. Just a bit of confusion.
Now, this is enough to tell me that you had been lying to me for whatever reason about having a boyfriend. But then, upon further perusal, I noticed this from your email earlier:
- >> Master. I like a man with experience. And the apprentice looks like he got hit by truck and his face got stuck like that. Plus - throwing your future away to get a piece? Who does that?
- >>>Hey, they kept it secret. He didn't throw everything away. He was in love with her! And he does not look like he was hit by a truck. You just aren't romantic.
You? Are way, way too defensive of secret relationships.
Ergo, I conclude:
You're having an affair with one of your married teachers, aren't you?
I must admit, I'm hurt you lied. But then again, I can understand. I myself have seen a number of fantastically good-looking older men.
So, who is it?
A stodgy but buff history man?
A callous, yet shy artist?
Or Mr. Academically Attracive Journalism Prof., who you wound up spending long hours with due to newspaper, and one thing just...led to another?
Catch me up, Rory. I'm onto you.
- Paris
P.S. Princeton boy's name is Jamie.