January 27, 1999 |
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[damon] Fuck, IU can listen to this CD all day long. and I have. shit. Giving me wierd thoughts though. [rf] yeah, I know. I can't wait to get out into my car again. I'm gonna have to brave the screaming snails though. It's raining like a fuck out there. [damon] I'm so fucking horny waiting here for my 16 year old girlfriend to write me back. I want her. shit, when is she going to send me a picture. [rf] I want you to deflower this 16 year old as much as I want Priest. I go to sleep at night thinking of his mysterious allure. He inspires a 2fingered tuck me in, then I have a fantastic glazeover. Baby. My mind makes him so damn perfect. I won't let myself be disappointed. This thing is too pressious to me. [damon] tell me more about PRIEST. I met Priest in the SouthCenter mall about 2 weeks ago. It was the same day I ran into Maslin Proud. Same mall in fact. Funny thing was, a bed was my goal that night. To purchase one, rather. You just HAVE to see the irony in that. I never even got a bed, but I did manage to spend a couple of hundred dollars on some kickass clothes, sexy matching undies and the new leather jacket you saw last weekend. And I was stoned at the mall, yes. I had my red plaid miniskirt on and the knee high boots. No special occasion for the fancy clothes other than trying to turn heads. But Priest. He was taking a survey of what people thought of movie trailers. It was some bad David Spade flick, don't remember the title. So I was having fun messing around with the headset, and shootin the breeze with this survey guy. He told me his name at the time, I just don't remember. I do remember throwing some hints how good lookin he was. I didn't say it so redneck though. He says I was the best client he's had all day. Reminded me of True Romance a bit. Then I ask him Hey, I got this stupid idea. Do you have an email address? He writes it really tiny on a cornerpiece paper. The original written slip is on my bedroom wall. The address is something like [---]. Maybe his name is [---]. And the word [---]. Does that mean he's at the college or something? I still have no clue. But those kind of questions are not heated. I have no reason to ask him little things now. Even if the little thing happens to be his name. I was so psyched about getting his email that I didn't even go home. I went straight to my desk on a Saturday night to try out my new seduction skills. Here's the best part of my 1st email to Priest....
Priest comments:
So we do a game of 20 questions for a while. He answered 5, then told me I missed his phone call the night before. Priest teases me with this email: "You failed me. You missed your call. It was on Wednesday around 10 pm. I don't know if there will be any more chances." my response.....
He has been charming. Called me Dearest Rebecca. I hear your choice of words Damon coming out on his emails. He makes no attempt to try and tell me his "real" name. Priest is an alias he has already given himself. Cool. Very fucking cool. I like it that we were going to meet somewhere public. Shows that he is either well trained on the rules of dating or he's sneaking around behind someone's back. In either case, I like him more for it. The sneaking around idea makes sense too because he isn't giving me his phone number either. Might explain when he wrote about calling me that Wednesday night "I don't think there will be any more chances" But maybe. Maybe he just knows what a girl like me wants. I want my buttons pushed. (Now I just have to get that damn tatoo) [damon]i guess I already have if you can count my 16 year old girlfriend. You promise me you'll have this girl's number by the time you leave CA, okay? She sounds like a keeper. |
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