***
You mean, mean thing! How
could you ruin it? It's worse than to discover Santa isn't real. God has a
wife?! And what next, are you going to tell me that pigs can fly?!
No, I'm just kidding.
Ashera. I like its sound.
Nice to meet you, Ashera. We are even now. I wish my parents would be as nuts
as yours, in picking my name. Benjamin sounds so… old. I won't mind to be
called Apollo. Maybe I'll change my screen name to that. It's better than
Christopher_robin, and more attractive too… except of it, that's what I am
*smiling smugly*.
And that brings me to the
important point. Can you believe that the guy who told you he is Apollo just
now was, like, the shyest boy in school? Ah, those were days! What can I tell
you? The best days of my life. Jolly fun. I was fat and wore glasses. Are your
teachers cold blooded monsters like ours? Do you have to study the awful
masterpiece "Lord of the Flies"? And if so, do you remember Piggy? You
got it, then. They bullied me, made me feel like I'm nothing. And look where
they are now, and where I am. Usually big asses that bully others do not get
far. That's a fact. If I could become a stuck up bastard, you can do it too.
No, you shouldn't become a stuck up bastard. I hate it in girls. I hate it in
anyone but myself. But… you got the point.
Oi, I can't believe I wrote
you such a lecture, but, fuck it, I hope I made you feel better, and I truly
complimented for being someone you confide in.
Enjoy your vacation, and come
back soon. I'll miss your emails. You see what a selfish prick I am?
Ben.
***
Deer Ben,
You did cheer me up. Thank
you. Lots of people that I know, including my mother, tell me how shy they
were, and how they overcome it. They say it is such a light manner, as if it's
the easiest thing it the world. Well, I guess they feel it is, now. I hope I'll
feel like it too, someday. But I don't care about my shyness that very much,
really.
We just returned from our
vacation. I knew I'd find a letter from you, and yet it made me happy.
I had a pretty good time, I
mean, considering the fact that a drop of water didn't touch my skin (except of
the shower's water, of course). You see, that's part of my shyness. I don't
like the idea of people seeing me half naked. (And I don't like to shave my
legs and armpits, too, but that's another story). And since the only thing you
can do in Tiberia is swimming (sea or pool) and boating… well, lets just say I
didn't have much to do. We stayed in Club Inn Tiberia, a four stars hotel. The
balcony was full of birds' shit, the little children were unbearable and the
food was pretty bad. But hey, when I would be a millionaire I'd stay in Nof
Cineret hotel and such.
Well, I'll go to sleep. Have
to wake up at five tomorrow. Good night!
Ashera.
***
Hello, Ashera!
Happy to get your mails
again.
What do you mean, a drop of
water didn't touch your skin? Girl, you don't know how to have fun. I'm sure
there's nothing you should be ashamed of. I've heard Israeli girls are the most
beautiful girls in the world, so there. Except of it, what do you care about
things that other people think? Fuck them, just dive in.
Oh, I wish you would come to
visit me in
I'll meet you at the
airport… I'll carry a big sign with your name on it (now, that I know it), so
you could recognize me. Then I'll take you to an excellent Italian restaurant…
do you like Italian food? Well, I guess that everybody does. After the meal I'll
take you to my apartment. Oh, you'd love it, and you'd LOVE my puppy. She is
not as cool a thing as a giraffe, but she is truly sweet. Then you could take a
shower and a rest.
On the afternoon we'll go to
St. James Park. Have you been there? It's the most romantic place in
Then we could go to the Coho.
I'll take you to a pub, and then to a night club… no, I guess that would be too
much for you at once. So we'll just go home, and, you know… I'm good at that
too *smiling cheekily*. So, what do you say?
Yours, Ben.
***
Hey, Ashera, I think I
offended you somehow. Why? You know it was only a joke, isn't it? Ok, maybe not
a joke, but I'm sure you like to imagine things like that too. I guess I
shouldn't have written such things, only that I truly don't think they are to
rush or something. Please forgive me? I like to write to you, I like to get
your letters, I want to be your friend. Am I forgiven? If I am, write to me,
please!
Ben *on his knees*.