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Dear Adam Pierson,
Hello,
I am not sure if you remember me but I ran into you, literally, at the book
store a few days ago.
You gave me you e-mail, after I
had given you mine. In hindsight I hope there was not too much arm twisting
going on.
::smiles:: This may be hard to
believe but I have managed not to kill, maim, or even run over anyone or
anything in the last three days.
Don't you feel lucky I took all
the aggression out on you and your tome?
How are you? Did you ever find another
copy of the book I decimated? I can't tell you how bad I still feel about that.
I picked up a book on dream interpretation
today. I have been having crazy dreams, so,
I thought why not find out just how
screwed my psyche really is. ::laughs::
Have you read any
interesting books lately? What type of Music do you listen to? I am fairly
eclectic in my music and listen
to almost anything. I am the ultimate station
surfer. I am a sucker for screaming guitars and heavy drums and bass,
when they sound almost tribal.
Do you watch much
TV? I really don't have much time. I like comedy shows, like Saturday night
live, but I keep missing it.
I can not remember the last time I went out to see a movie, so I do
not have a current favorite. I still like A Clock Work Orange.
Well
I think I opened up some subjects to talk about if you get the time. The first
letter is always the hardest for me. ::smiles::
I hope to hear from you.
Blair Sandburg
* * *
Dear Blair,
Well I must say I was pleasantly surprised to hear from you
so soon.
Not to worry about the arm twisting. Get to know me well enough and
you'll discover I'm not likely to do anything I don't want to do.
At least, not without some threat of death or
beheading. ::smiles::
It's good to hear that no one or nothing has had to
sacrifice itself
before you. As far as the book you *did* destroy...well no matter.
Like I
said, the Marquis never did anything for me any way. The most interesting
thing about him was his wife, but that's another matter.
I never understood what all the fuss was
about. However I'm likely to change my opinion of him if the demolition
of that book allows me
to develop a friendship with a certain hyper
active anthropology professor.
As for your inquiry into my interests, well, that's a bit more
complicated. You say that your tastes are eclectic. I say that I've
probably got you beaten by a mile, perhaps more. But I'll indulge and
give you a few clues.
I don't watch television. It's not
because I don't have time. On the contrary, I have quite a bit of time on
my hands.
I just prefer books. But I have been
known to make exceptions for the occasional classic movie. Casablanca is
a favorite.
Music, well I'm not a fan of
opera. Classical is okay but large women
shrilling at the top of their lungs is not on my list of relaxing and
pleasurable things to listen to. I can appreciate most anything
else.
In fact I have friend that owns two Blues
bars, one here and one in Paris.
The music is good and the beer is free...when
I can disappear during a set and avoid paying the tab that is.
I look forward to hearing how the dream interpretation
goes. If you
discover anything useful, drop me a line. Perhaps you could help me
unravel a bit of my twisted psyche.
Yours,
Adam
* * *
Adam,
Hiya!
Sorry it took so long to reply, It usually only takes me a day, but I have been
crazy busy at school and with my new partner.
I do like these ride alongs, and I am not sure,
but I think one of us is a trouble magnet. Or maybe both of us together, like,
I don't know, send out negative karma, because I
swear this last few months I have been living inside some cheesy cop TV drama.
Anywho, since I met
this guy, I have been on a bus with a bomb. I have been kidnapped, right in the
middle of a police station. My neighbors ran a drug lab and managed to blow up
my apartment. (why I moved in with him) and this week, I was kidnapped, drugged
tied up by some serial killer who wanted to kill me and take my identity. I am
starting to believe I am living in the twilight tone. Jim (roommate)calls it
the Sandburg zone but I swear it was never this weird before ::laughs::
Jim (hero) managed to find me in time, so I am safe, if not
sound. I know your thinking no way! But I swear I couldn't make this stuff up if
I tried. I may still be a little hyper from trying to be killed. And to top it
all off I have no where to go at the moment to relive stress. My girlfriend
dumped me because of the whole mess.
Okay, the condensed
story goes like this Lash (killer) was impersonating Doctor police were using
to profile Lash.(nut job) Media leak happens. Jim (Neanderthal) blames me
(innocent), I know it wasn't me so I can only think of one person I may have
talked to about it. I blame (sort of) Chris (ex-girlfriend). The smoke clears I
forgive Jim (butt hole) But Chris (*&^%$) doesn't forgive me. (not quite so
innocent this time)
Was that too much information? ::laughs:: I forgot where I
was going with this. Oh, telling you
why my ex is now my ex. I am not heart broken. But I hate breaking up on
unfriendly terms, ya know. I guess I have this need to feel everyone likes me.
That way I am not worried about vendettas popping up in the future. ::grins::
So you hang out in a
local bar (seacouver right?) The Blues? I will have to come check it out. That
is if I am allowed in your city after this letter. ::smile:: As for large women
shrilling, well I think that could be appealing under the right circumstances.
::winks:: Did I really say that? Okay, defiantly time for me to start looking
for my next ex. ::laughs::
Mine?
Blair
* * *
Dear Blair,
I get the distinct impression that you are more like me than you
may
think. ::smiles:: I, too, lived a quiet existence until one day
Duncan
MacLeod charged through my door in an attempt to save me from some
psycho...and nearly got us both killed in the process. Trust me, Blair, I
can sympathize.
It's amazing how you can spend years of your life, living quietly,
enjoying the simple things. And then all of a sudden, one person comes
into your life and suddenly everything is upended.
People are chasing you and trying to kill you
because *you* did a friend a favor and started an argument with one of
the friend's friends so that the other
friend's wife would get protective and not ask for a divorce.
Then suddenly she shows up at your doorstep
trying to get revenge.
A huge bloody mess, I tell you. Thank
god the wife had a sense of humor.
As for the ex's, I'm the wrong one to ask for advice. I've
still got one
ex walking around just *waiting* for the chance to cut my heart out with a
blunt object.
You'd think she'd heard about anger
management classes by now, wouldn't you?
Good luck with the next possible
"Miss Right". I'll leave you and
Duncan to that delight. If you need tips on finding that certain someone
good for approximately 4 dates worth of fun, I could ask Duncan how he does
it.
It
seems he's got someone new every week.
How did you know I was in Seacouver, out of curiosity? I've
managed to ditch some of the best trackers
around and you, dear Blair, have accomplished
a feat I hadn't thought possible. I must be slipping.
::grin:: Not to worry though, visit if you like, I'll have Joe send the
boy scout to Paris so I only have to keep ONE of you out of trouble at the
time. I'll also make sure he tunes his guitar, has plenty of beer on tap,
a
few shrilling women placed strategically at the bar and a couple of books
scattered around for you to demolish. I think it would make for an
interesting time, don't you?
Sincerely,
Adam
PS...in response to the "mine?"...are you asking because you didn't
think I meant it...or because you aren't sure you want me? - A
* * *
Dear Adam,
::laughing::
yeah, I am a lot like you. I mean if you were short, long haired and silly that
is. But since your tall, elegant and not silly I am not seeing how we are a lot
alike.
OMG! You are
kidding right? Yeah, I am glad the wife had a sense of humor. You have an Ex
that is still out for blood? Oh man, that sucks. That’s why I hate leaving
things bad you know. But I don't see how a nice guy like you could have an Ex
that wants to maim them. She must just want you back. ::smiles::
You know, I am
going admit here and please don't get mad or anything. I thought Duncan was
your boy friend, ya know. I mean I thought you and he were like. Never mind
there is no politically correct way to say what I thought. ::smiles:: But him
having a new woman each week. Man, how does he keep up? And why will you leave
that to us? You got a steady now?
Oh man, Would you
believe I am psychic? No, I was going call you, you gave me your number. But I
hadn't seen the code before so I looked it up. I am not stalking you or
anything. I am just terminally nosey.
Are you in some
kinda trouble I can help you with Adam? I mean you have trackers after you? You
sound like a dangerous guy, or are they just after your lucky charms? ::winks:: I have seen your charms, I don't
blame them.
Cold beer, blues,
and maybe one shrilling woman sounds good. But I can't kill another book! I am
already trying to burn off bad karma man. ::laughs:: I will see you there!
Yours,
Blair
P.S. I just wanted to make sure you meant it
before I claimed what was mine. ::laughs::
- B
* * *
Dear Blair,
Elegant? Funny I thought skinny, gangly and rather scary
from the
profile point of view summed me up best. ::smiles::
Yes, I still have an ex that's
out for blood. I somehow doubt very
seriously that Cassandra would ever want me back. I...well lets just say
I wasn't very kind to her and she doesn't believe people can change
either. She's a lot like Duncan in that respect, I guess. It's all
fine and good as long their "image" of you remains untarnished...but
let a single flaw show...one weakness...and they turn on you.
::smiles:: Story of my life, so to speak.
As for the trackers, well I see
your cop friend is rubbing off on you.
No, I'm not in any trouble. I just prefer to disappear from time to
time.
Give myself time to think about things and determine a proper course of
action. Most of the time that translates to "Go some where warm and
do
nothing" but on occasion it ends up with me rushing back to help a friend
in a tight spot. Even if it means I end up in danger. And I thought
I'd outgrown my self-sacrificing ways years ago. Oh well...I suppose
there is always room for improvement.
To elaborate on my relationship
with Duncan, I don't know *where* I
stand. No, we are not dating in the traditional sense of the word.
And my lucky charms...well...some might say my luck has run out. But you
flatter me and the gracious thing to do is to say thank you and smile. So
I am. ::smiles:: I am not involved with anyone at present...and to
be quite honest I'm not sure why. I'd like to blame it on the fact that
there isn't a large supply of people interesting enough to hold my attention
long enough to start a relationship with, but that's not altogether true.
It may be because I lost some one only a year ago that I barely had time to get
to know but who impacted me more than I'd like to say. Deep down I know
that these are not the entire truth and I honestly don't want to go into the
who's and why's of it now. I've already gotten too deep in memories and
the glass of wine seems to have gone straight to my head. So what do you
say to a subject change?
No, I don't mind that you did your
own checking into where I live. It's
kind of flattering that you'd be so curious about me. Perhaps my luck is
changing after all? Let me know when you're in the area and we'll set
something up. Perhaps we can compare our own bad karma...I suspect yours
is not that bad after all.
Yours,
Adam
PS...It's so nice to be claimed...now tell me...do I get my own collar and
leash now? ::laughs:: Only kidding, but you have to admit it's a good
joke -A
* * *
Dear Adam,
You did not strike me as skinny, more whip cord. And you're defiantly
not gangly just tall. And the profile, well that is remarkable. Especially if
one tends to believe the old wives tale about how the size of the nose relates
to the.. I think I have wandered away from what ever point I was aiming for.
::winks::
I think I understand what you mean by tarnished
image. Have a little faith, you have said you have changed. Maybe, given time
they will change as well. It is human nature to change, those who do not, well,
bad things happen. Look at all the lost cultures I study the ruins of because
they were not strong enough to change with the times, or too stubborn. ::soft
smile::
I think that worrying about you being tracked is more a flower power
thing than a cop thing. ::laughs:: I like you and if you were in trouble I
would want to help. I don't think we ever out grow caring about our friends
even if it is self sacrificing. ::smiles::
I am confused, it sounds to me like
you want him (Duncan) but you are not sure he wants you because he is a
throwback, and deems you tarnished? If that's the case just spit shine him and
he.. never mind!!. ::shakes head::
Oh Adam, I am so sorry, I grieve for your loss. I did not mean to bring
up a painful subject. Which it seems I did. I think sometimes I am just
accident prone. So a change of subject sounds good right about now. ::sheepish
smile::
Hey yeah, I would love to come visit and exchange some bad karma
stories.
Drink beer, listen to blues, watch shrilling
women and help you get lucky. ::grins::
Hey do you have AIM
or AOL IM? My screen name there is PeahcSllirht Maybe we can chat real time if you have it.
If not tell me what message thing you have and I will down load it.
Mine!
Blair
P.S. Aww come on! Get me all excited about
the collar and leash and take it back. You’re a tease. ::winks:: - B
* * *
Dear Blair,
Forgive my long silence, life has been rather busy and after this
I swear
I'm taking a long vacation somewhere warm. Bora Bora was always nice this
time of year.
I did so enjoy our
"chat" the other evening. I apologize for having to
dash off so quickly but I guess it's true what they say about time flying
when you're having fun. ::smiles:: I
also hope that I answered your
questions from your last email. This habit of avoiding personal
information
is well ingrained in my subconscious and sometimes I forget how to talk to
people without being evasive. I've just always been rather private but
you
seem to make me want to open up and spill all my secrets. How do you *do*
that?
I feel rather forward asking,
but at this point I have nothing to lose by
making a fool of myself. We've mentioned several times about you coming
to
visit and I'd really like to see you again. Do you suppose that you could
manage a weekend in say two weeks? I won't be in the states much longer
than that and like I said, I'd like to see you before I go. Who knows,
maybe I'll convince you to runaway with me for a while. ::smiles::
I'm sorry that this note is so
short, but I'm being called away. I'll
try to be online sometime in the next few days, probably after 9pm. I
hope
to see you then.
Yours,
Adam
PS...if I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with me. Are
you,
Blair? Because I can't seem to stop myself from flirting with you.
::smiles:: I wonder if it would shock you to know that I find your mind
as
well as your body extremely appealing. ::winks:: Why don't you let
me
know, hmm? - A
PSS...Tease you with the collar and leash? Why Blair...you are truly too
good to be true. ::winks and laughs::
* * *
Dear Adam,
Bora Bora? I was there on an expedition a few
years back Wonderful place. The culture there, so rich. I.. I will run off on a
tangent if I allow myself. ::smiles:: Has something happened that has you
stressed out? Or are you just normal life busy kind of stuff?
I really enjoyed out chat as well. I love
talking to you. Yes, we covered almost all the questions I had asked in my last
e-mail. I hope you don't feel pressured by me to open up more than you want to.
I am deliriously happy with what ever you want to talk about. I can't tell you
what a big ego boost it is that after talking to me, you still want to talk to
me some more. ::smiles:: You must have some pervy- hairy, short, dork fetish
thing happing. ::winks::
I would love to come up and see you in two weeks,
if you still want me too. We can meet at Joe's? you pick a day and time, and if
some serial killer doesn't have me tied up and gagged trying to poke me, I will
be there. I hope to see you face to face before you leave the states. ::feels a
pout coming on:: But maybe you will still have e-mail. And you won't leave me
cold turkey. ::grins::
I hope to catch you on-line soon. I may spend
the night in my office one night just to see if I can catch you. After reading
your e-mail today, I almost called you. But then I thought, that would be
pretty forward and presumptuous. Can I call you? I am afraid to in a way,
because even though I did most of the talking in the bookstore (nerves make me
chatter) You voice along with your eyes is mesmerizing. But since you already
know I am a geek, I figure why not call and firm up plans to meet at your
friends place.
::laughing:: Am I flirting with you? Oh man! Of
course I am! I have done everything but rip of my clothing, fall at your feet
and pant take me I'm yours. ::winks:: I was going to do that as well but I
thought it may have been too subtle of a hint. I think I have decided on just
asking you if I could lick your left nut, ::bounces:: But you couldn't trust me
to stop there. ::grins sheepishly::
Yours,
Blair
P.S. Was that too good to be true or too kinky
to be true? ::winks:: Either way- Yours truly-B
* * *
Dear Blair,
It is lovely there. Part of the reason I'm going.
That and I've
managed to piss off the boyscout again. And all I did was save his life,
again. Damn Keane, damn MacLeod and damn the whole bloody mess.
::sighs::
I do believe you have become the high point in my life. ::smiles:: Now if
only we could do something about your self-esteem.
Let's clear up something right now. I don't think you're
dork, I don't
mind the long hair, (it's quite attractive looking on you) and I don't mind
height difference. You've got a heart and mind that more than make up for
what you lack in height. After all, you hardly know me and were willing
to
help me out if I were in trouble. That speaks volumes, Blair and believe
me
when I say that I appreciate the gesture. ::smiles::
If you can seriously manage a visit
what do you say we meet on Friday
evening around 8pm at Joe's? We could spend the evening there or perhaps
have dinner? I know what a grad student's budget is like so you're
welcome
to crash at my flat if you like. That way you don't have to additional
cost
of a hotel and *I* get to spend even more time with you. Am I being too
direct? ::smiles:: If not then I'll definitely have to work on
that.
I would have loved to have heard from you. Why didn't you
call? I gave
you the number so that you could use it. Oh well, perhaps next
time. After
all, you flatter me, you flirt me, have I mentioned that the ripping off of
clothing would *not* have been out of bounds except for the fact that we
were in public? ::grins:: Perhaps we'll have to test that theory
when you
visit. Maybe then you'll get to see my reaction to such a display up
close
and personal and in the privacy of my home.
I will have email while on hiatus and the cell number I gave you
should
work. If not leave a message with the answering service. I tend to
go
through cellphones rather quickly but the service always gets my messages to
me promptly. ::smiles:: I look forward to hearing from you. Take
care and
watch out for those bad guys, okay? Don't want anyone damaging the
merchandise. ::winks::
Yours,
Adam
PS...a little of both I think...and I'm not complaining except that two
weeks is almost too long to wait. Here's hoping you'll call sooner.
Then
we can discuss your proposition involving licking me. ::grins:: -A
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…Lost
letter…
* * *
Dear Blair,
Well I can't say that I'm not
flattered you woke up smiling. I'll even
admit that I was grinning a bit myself. Oh who am I kidding. I've
been
grinning for days and people (including Duncan and Joe) are starting to
wonder why. Let them wonder. I want to surprise them with you when
you
visit. And then I want you all to myself for the next 48 hours after
that.
What can I tell you Blair? I haven't done this
before. The only person
who has ever captured my attention this swiftly was the Highlander and with
you I don't seem to have any of the confusion as to what I want. The
thought crossed my mind more than once during our "conversation" last
night
that we are only a few hours apart and even I after I said goodbye and
showered I had to curb the impulse to drive down and surprise you the next
morning at your office.
So the count down begins. Only a few more days until you'll
be here.
In front of me. In the flesh. And I can't wait. So until
then, take care.
Be safe. And I'll see you soon.
Yours,
Adam
PS...I should be thanking you and every god or goddess that saw fit to have
you crash into me that day a few weeks back. Perhaps Fate isn't such a
fickle bitch after all? –A
* * *
Dear Adam,
Man, this sucks. I am on stake out with Jim. I have my lap
top, but I don't think I will get a chance to call you if the bad guys don’t
show up, so Jim can arrest them so I can get to a phone, away from sentinel
hearing. Not that I care if he knows really. I just would rather take a
military stand on this issue. You know, Don't ask, Don't tell. ::laughs:: I
know your thoughts on the matter. But, I still like my teeth, and I have grown
accustomed to living. ::winks::
As
the weekend draws nearer I have to say I am nervous. Not, Oh, my God what Am I
doing nervous. It is more like partially pulled off sock nervous at the moment.
But if you knew me, you would know that it could quickly escalate! And more
often than not does. I bet your wondering what that means. ::laughs:: On an
expedition I went on a few years ago, I got partially pulled off sock nervous.
Let me explain…
Imagine
you have wiggled into your mummy-style sleeping bag, wiggled around to sort out
rocks according to size and shape under you Ensolit pad, and you are about to
drift into a peaceful sleep. Then you detect what seems to be a minor problem.
(At First) The wool sock on your left foot has become partially pulled off.
Now
everyone knows that a partially pulled off sock does not pose a threat to one's
continued existence. On the other hand it is not the sort of thing that can go
totally ignored. It gives one the feeling everything is not right with the
world, ya know. IT is like everything is not in its proper place, performing
its designated function in the prescribed and traditional manner.
After
twisting and turning in your sleeping bag for a while, telling yourself the
sock is of no great consequence, you finally arrive to the conclusion that it
will drive you mad if you allow it to continue it's insubordination for another
minute.
Now,
the simplest way in which to settle the matter is to unzip your sleeping bag,
sit up and pull the sock back with a firm and reprimanding jerk. The problem is
that unzipping the bad will invite in a blast of cold air, which will then
require turning your metabolism back on to get everything warmed back up again,
and that in turn will result in your staying awake until you are once more nice
and cozy.
Then you detect the second problem, your
previous twisting and turning has relocated the sleeping bag zipper between you
shoulder blades at the top and your "perones longus" (pardon my
Latin) at the bottom. You therefore decide to pull up the sock without
unzipping the bag.
Your first thought is you can simply raise your leg high
enough so you can reach the sock. But No, your leg wedges against the side of
the bag, keeping the sock just an inch away from your clawing fingers. This
effort has caused you to become turned at a right angles from your Ensolit pad,
but no matter; the contest with the sock has now engaged your honor.
Since there is more room in the top of the bag,
you now reason that by tilting your head forward onto your chest, you should be
able to double over enough to get a grip on the sock. As you execute this
maneuver, the nylon bag squeaks from the strain and squeezes your shoulders
into your ears. You are now locked into a semi-prenatal position inside the
bag. A spectacle that an outside observer later compares to a defective German
sausage in need of recall.
But
at last you have the offending wool in hand and pull it back on properly with a
pained but satisfying grunt. All that remains to be done now is extract
yourself from your compressed posture. Alas, the gentle slope you selected for
a bed site begins to take an active and aggressive role in compounding your
plight. You topple over onto your side. With a Herculean effort and gasped
curses that would provoke envy in a marine drill sergeant you manage to roll
onto your knees.
You immediately determine this to be a mistake,
since it leads to a series of flopping somersaults down the incline which
becomes increasing steeper. You finally come to rest jammed under a fallen tree
some fifty feet or so away from where you started.
::grins::
So, now you see what a partially off sock nervous is. And while it is not that
bad yet. I am hoping by the weekend I won't be jammed under a fallen tree
somewhere.
I
can not wait to see you. Until then, know I am thinking of you almost
constantly.
Yours truly,
Blair
PS. I have no idea what to wear. I am guessing
jeans and a button up. I have no idea what to pack. I am guessing just a
toothbrush. But that may just be wishful thinking. ::winks::
* * *
Dear Blair,
Well, I have to tell you this. I find the way your mind
works most
enlightening, refreshing and down right
hilarious! Only you could make a
sock problem seem like the end of the world and end up tangled in a sleeping
bag. ::smiles:: I swear I can picture you going through this and
the
vision is quite amusing. ::laughs::
I must say that I'm anticipating the weekend as well.
Though I don't
think I qualify as half-off-sock nervous...I'm just anxious that you'll
eventually see all my flaws when confronted with me face to face again and
run screaming in the other direction. Don't think I'm kidding. It's
happened. Several times.
I wish I could say more but your email still has me
laughing. So I will
close for now and try to get some rest. Tomorrow is the big day and I
doubt
that dark circles under my eyes will help make my nose look any better, even
with the softer lighting of the club. ::winks::
Be safe, Blair. Try to avoid those fallen trees and I'll see
you at 8.
Yours,
Adam
PS...pack the toothbrush. Everything else is optional. And it's not
wishful thinking. Just the stuff good fantasies come to life are made
of.
::winks:: -A
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