Email number 3
Hello again,
I'm sorry, maybe I'm just tripping. Sorry if I freaked you out, I guess I was just hoping someone actually wanted to talk to me. But how did your email get in my pocket? I know I would have remembered you giving it to me or someone else, and if you did place it there (I'm really hoping you did), I am truly impressed, intrigued, enchanted, and over all; mystified. Even if you didn't, maybe its all in my head, that perhaps I came across your email written on a piece of paper and somehow, absent mindedly put it in my pocket, or maybe someone gave it to me? It's all the same: who are you? Please tell me. If you want me to stop with the emails I will, no problem. You've just kinda turned my world upsidedown and I am, as I said; enchanted and mystified. I don't even know you but I feel like I do somehow. I guess that sounds lame, I'm probably going about this all wrong. Please set me straight, I really look forward to your reply, whatever it entails. :)
"One of my favorite philosophical tenets is that people will agree with you only if they already agree with you. You do not change people's minds."--
Frank Zappa
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I met this boy, whatever his name might be, very briefly at The Green Room. He was an artist, I'm an artist. I gave him my email, but he seems to forget all of that.
I think I'm going to make up some cockamamy story about how I moved to Tibet or something. He just seems so intruiged and happy that I would hate to shatter his allusion with the truth.
I'm sorry, maybe I'm just tripping. Sorry if I freaked you out, I guess I was just hoping someone actually wanted to talk to me. But how did your email get in my pocket? I know I would have remembered you giving it to me or someone else, and if you did place it there (I'm really hoping you did), I am truly impressed, intrigued, enchanted, and over all; mystified. Even if you didn't, maybe its all in my head, that perhaps I came across your email written on a piece of paper and somehow, absent mindedly put it in my pocket, or maybe someone gave it to me? It's all the same: who are you? Please tell me. If you want me to stop with the emails I will, no problem. You've just kinda turned my world upsidedown and I am, as I said; enchanted and mystified. I don't even know you but I feel like I do somehow. I guess that sounds lame, I'm probably going about this all wrong. Please set me straight, I really look forward to your reply, whatever it entails. :)
"One of my favorite philosophical tenets is that people will agree with you only if they already agree with you. You do not change people's minds."--
Frank Zappa
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I met this boy, whatever his name might be, very briefly at The Green Room. He was an artist, I'm an artist. I gave him my email, but he seems to forget all of that.
I think I'm going to make up some cockamamy story about how I moved to Tibet or something. He just seems so intruiged and happy that I would hate to shatter his allusion with the truth.