December 09, 2003

9:24 am

i don't know.... did i neglect to tell you something?  let's see, i told you
about my child, i told you about my quirks, i told you that i liked you.  
ummmm, could you be more specific?


i feel like i'm going to get in trouble (or already am).

i know!  i didn't tell you about my dream (you and your friends were in it,
along with your graduating class [some of whom were naked]).

bye,

Mitchell

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10:25 am

ok, i'm a little confused.  what was i supposed to tell you?  that i
violated you?  that i'm an all-star lover?

the dream: it was your high school reunion, but it was a bush party, and for
some, it was a nude bush party (i can't really explain this.  there were
many more men than women participating).  i was sitting with a group of
people that included you, rachelle, and wesley, but we were not partaking in
the festivities.  People would come up to our little clique and we would
reject them (possibly your actual strategy in high school).  the thing was
that i didn't know you.  we both knew rachelle and wesley but not each other. 
we kept looking at one another and there was what ernesto guevara might call
"grandes sentimientos de amor."  you got up to go somewhere else and i
followed you.  rachelle was very angry (apparently she was jealous - i'm a
catch).  then my alarm went off and scared the hell out of me.
so long,

Mitchell

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1:41 pm

 i have all sorts of confessions, so i'm not about to start blabbing in the
hope that i say what you want me to say.  what is this, some kind of evil
plot of yours?  well, i'm not falling for it.  obviously, it can't be that
bad because you haven't gotten too mad.

hey, there were naked women, too.  just less of them.  i thought it was
funny at the time because it seemed like one of those, "let's see if we can
get some girls naked" plots that men often hatch, only it (as always)
largely backfired.  i think you got up because you wanted to lure me away
from the crowd so you could confess your mad obsession with me.  or, at
least, that's what i was hoping.

i really don't recall calling you names, least of all "fuck".  i'm not
saying it didn't happen (as you always deny everything that you did), but i
don't recall.  i think it may have been "schmuck" on account of my
antisemitism.  no wait a minute, that doesn't work.  ummm, or because of my
anti-antisemitism (or pro-semitism)?  i dunno.

i hate my job.

did you mean to send me that HUGE forward as if i were one of your students
and not your latin lover?

el greco