A friend who joined us on my recent Croatia trip received the following email from a Frenchman she met at a club one night but whom she never even gave her email address to. Below is word for word the e-mail she received yesterday…
Hi Juliette, it’s Romeo!
How are you? Did your holidays end up well?
Mine were fantastic, even though it took me sometime to understand how such a lovely and well educated young lady could vanish in the air so quickly (watch out for the words i didn’t say rudely, just quickly) in front of his just as much lovely and just as much well educated young wooer. I know the club was aweful and we should have had an ice cream instead, that would have been a lot better. But by the time i got the idea, woops, where is cindirella?
I couldn’t phone your friend, as I lost my phone a couple of days before and I’m still waiting for a new one to be shipped. Hence I cried like a wolf at the gate of your boat (at the sealled gat our love). I should say you owe me one, which is that we’ll get very good friends (what spoiled kids expect to happen must happen). In a perfect world I would invite you for a drink and we would have a random chat about life. In our modern world I can invite you in Second Life to have a coffee (but that’s wierd, quirky no, freaky).
In my world, first i’ll apoligize for sending you an email even if you didn’t give me yours, it’s very invading. Now that I apologize I’ll thank you, because i learnt a word in english thanks to you, which is magnet. Very common I guess, but never used it so far. So sorry for invading your life again, but let’s say that there is some magnetism which pushes me to it. Don’t worry, if I cried like a wolf, my intentions are one of a white lamb. It was great meeting you, whisky and soda girl, I feel we’ll make good friends.
My parents are asking me what are your parents doing?
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stop. communic.
sleepless.