I received this gem in my classmates.com mailbox early this morning:
From: Wayne Carter (view profile)
To: ME
Sent: April 24, 2007 03:10:14 PM
Subject: Hi, from Wayne !
I can honestly say that I had the biggest crush on you in the 6th grade. And when i saw your picture, it brought back so many memories,
I am not a stalker, and completely understand why you were "reluctant" to give out your number. I am also far from desperate! Just would like to talk to someone of the opposite sex with a good head on their shoulders.
I must admit that I was disappointed when I saw I missed your call. Try back again! (917) 881-XXXX.
I'm not sure how to proceed. Part of me (the smart, logical side that went to college and dresses herself in the morning) is inclined to ignore it because he IS a stalker and IS PROBABLY trying to kill me for calling him a booger-face or some such nonsense back in grade school.
The other part of me (the silly, careless side that is nosy to the point of self-destruction) wants to call again- blocking my number of course- and see what he has to say for himself. And mind you, I still have no clue who he is, what he looked like back then or what he looks like now...
I know me. This will eat at me forever. I have this overwhelming desire to just KNOW EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING. It's a sickness, I know, but I don't know how to stop. And think of the material I'll have for this blog!! It's a goldmine, folks!!! Goldmine!!!
So I ask you, my loyal readers:
Did curiosity really kill the cat? Or was it the tainted pet food??
What do you all think?
*smooches...not quite ready to sign the restraining order*
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when you're pretty as a picture
they pound down your door
but i've been offered love
in two dimensions before
and i know that it's not all
that it's made out to be
let's show them all how it's done
let's do it all imperfectly
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