I'm no DJ, let me admit at the outset. But things can't get worst than what it is right now. Here is my last e-mail to a girl that I've dated. Flame me as you wish, but I'm putting it out to see if ANYONE might be moved by real emotions rather than concocted confidence. If you don't hear from me, it's all but certain that this "final appeal" has failed. But if this girl cares at all for genuine human emotions, I hope she will know that this is from the heart...Let me know what you think.
Dear “GIRL”,
I don’t know how to say this in a less awkward manner, but you have left a deep impression upon me, and I am pained that you apparently do not feel the way that I do about you. I like you. I can’t say “I love you”—it wouldn’t be fair or appropriate for me to say so because I do not know you well enough. But ever since I came across your blog, and the indignities and frustration you have gone through, I feel that your feelings have struck a chord in me. I have gone through the same ordeal; I feel as though I have known you for quite some time. I feel that I know your thoughts, your likes and dislikes, and we share a lot of common interests. I care about what you feel.
This is a disastrous way to go about this, I know, and I’m a bit—elevated let’s say, on scotch at the moment. I think I will even regret this once I've sent out this message. But this doesn’t take away the fact that I really like you and want very much to see you again.
I felt that when we met last time we had a good conversation. I enjoyed our email correspondences. I am—to be honest—infatuated with “GIRL”—or at least the idea of “GIRL”. I really—genuinely—enjoyed your company. I really miss it. I haven’t felt that way with other women for quite some time. I’m not afraid to admit it. You asked—on your blog—where you can find real people who take feelings to heart. That entry of yours created a deep echo within me. I feel as though I have finally come across someone who has understood what it is all about—not about driving a nice car or living in a big house, but someone who as genuine feelings, someone who has a heart. I am just a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures of life. I’ve always thought it would be so wonderful to cook a meal with someone, and to share in the joy (and even hassles!) of cooking and sharing. I wish I could prepare for you my best dish, a piece of rip eye steak (of course, only if you like steaks I wish I could take a long walk with a woman who is sensitive to feelings, to my touch. I’m so sick of the fickle, capricious people that I have come across… If you have heard of Sarah Brightman's "Deliver Me"--I think that best describes the way that I feel right now.
When you talked about your thoughts on gift-giving, I was one hundred percent with you.
I wish we could take a walk on the stone arch bridge, hand-in-hand, and bask in the summer night breeze. I really want to reach out and touch you in your loneliness. If I don’t hear from you again, I understand what that means... But I’m afraid I can’t hide these feelings from you—or even from myself.
Yours Sincerely,
"Julym"
Dear “GIRL”,
I don’t know how to say this in a less awkward manner, but you have left a deep impression upon me, and I am pained that you apparently do not feel the way that I do about you. I like you. I can’t say “I love you”—it wouldn’t be fair or appropriate for me to say so because I do not know you well enough. But ever since I came across your blog, and the indignities and frustration you have gone through, I feel that your feelings have struck a chord in me. I have gone through the same ordeal; I feel as though I have known you for quite some time. I feel that I know your thoughts, your likes and dislikes, and we share a lot of common interests. I care about what you feel.
This is a disastrous way to go about this, I know, and I’m a bit—elevated let’s say, on scotch at the moment. I think I will even regret this once I've sent out this message. But this doesn’t take away the fact that I really like you and want very much to see you again.
I felt that when we met last time we had a good conversation. I enjoyed our email correspondences. I am—to be honest—infatuated with “GIRL”—or at least the idea of “GIRL”. I really—genuinely—enjoyed your company. I really miss it. I haven’t felt that way with other women for quite some time. I’m not afraid to admit it. You asked—on your blog—where you can find real people who take feelings to heart. That entry of yours created a deep echo within me. I feel as though I have finally come across someone who has understood what it is all about—not about driving a nice car or living in a big house, but someone who as genuine feelings, someone who has a heart. I am just a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures of life. I’ve always thought it would be so wonderful to cook a meal with someone, and to share in the joy (and even hassles!) of cooking and sharing. I wish I could prepare for you my best dish, a piece of rip eye steak (of course, only if you like steaks I wish I could take a long walk with a woman who is sensitive to feelings, to my touch. I’m so sick of the fickle, capricious people that I have come across… If you have heard of Sarah Brightman's "Deliver Me"--I think that best describes the way that I feel right now.
When you talked about your thoughts on gift-giving, I was one hundred percent with you.
I wish we could take a walk on the stone arch bridge, hand-in-hand, and bask in the summer night breeze. I really want to reach out and touch you in your loneliness. If I don’t hear from you again, I understand what that means... But I’m afraid I can’t hide these feelings from you—or even from myself.
Yours Sincerely,
"Julym"