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Thu, 20 Jun 2002 10:26:37
I noticed that you weren't at Starbucks at the appointed hour.
I'm really sorry, the last thing I wanted to do was creep you out and I feel ridiculous for my assumption.
Truth told, I guess I got a bit caught up in the fictional world myself. It's strange to be someone else's character. Especially if you get killed off. You get emotionally involved.
And I guess plainly I was sort of hitting on you. You look great in that black dress.
You can't blame a guy for trying. I guess you can. I mean, I don't know what I mean.
Pay no attention to the 36 year-old bicycle messenger behind the curtain.
Anyway, no estalking I promise.