wow. After marving yet another peice of BV's biLthday cake, I sat down to check my email and came across an AIM message from.... Kevin who!? I think he must feel pretty good about himself because he took some serious time to make up the most try hard message I have ever read. So, "Kevin" who claims we met and claims I dated numerous boys who rocked hair gel...this is for you. JUST returning the favour.
BigCoolAtTheMall (4:19:09 PM): Hi Megan, my name is Kevin, and we’ve met before. I wanted to start by telling you that we’ve met before to aware you that I’m not a creeper. Well, to be fair, I may be a bit of a creeper, but not to the extent that I own hands-free binoculars or collect high school yearbooks from schools I didn’t attend. Now that that’s clear, I’ll go on. We met about 4 years ago at a party in a house where I lived at the time. I believe we danced, poorly, for a song or two. By the grace of a higher power you followed me to my room and we sat on my corduroy couch. You let me try to impress you with pictures of me doing worldly things. We vibed on music for quite sometime. You had a Canadian flag painted on your shoulder so I selected a song called Fuel Injected by a group from Vancouver. You followed suite with Combat Baby by Metric, which eventually became the inspiration for this rambling message.
BigCoolAtTheMall (4:20:00 PM): I believe you’re soccer pals were worried I was taking advantage of you, which I wasn’t, yet, so I felt I was done an injustice. I asked you on a date and you responded with some waffling about a boyfriend. Three days later you went on a date with my friend , which I resented not only because I felt lied too, but also because he wore a fair amount of product in his hair and was known for wearing his club shirts with the collars flipped upward. At that time I blocked you on AIM (total diss!) and you stayed that way until last week, when your name magically appeared atop the “Females” category of my buddy list. There your name sat as I purposely ignored you for another five days, until this afternoon when a tastelessly stickered Honda CRV passed me with its windows down and “system” up. I heard a familiar whip-snare and an undistorted guitar, and I decided to write you a letter.
BigCoolAtTheMall (4:23:47 PM): post script: letters of this sort don't require or justify a response.
a)seriously?
b) you are 32? and still feel the need to rant about being shut down by an 18 year old on an AIM chat that happened 4 years ago...maybe it was because you really ARE a creep.
c) get over yourself.
2 comments:
HA! I love this.
Meghan!
This is Raynay ... I was just doing some creeping myself on this cold winter night ... when I said to myself, "that sounds really familiar!" ... he's really telling the truth! haha.
I'm surprised I remember this (with the state I was in 'n all that night), but this was back when you were a freshman. It was the night we dressed up as Canadian prairy farmers!
I was from Kelona(sp?) that night ... and threw quarters at Abbie also later in the night ...
Anywho, we were at the 3rd St. house partying, cutting up the rug, dancin' on the bar, and he was there.
He was Reed's 'n all their friends ...
But to back you up and so all others know...:
1)You were only chatting with him that night
2)He wasn't that cute (...and I'm pretty sure he was wearing spandex...)
3)What a CREEPER way to reintroduce himself!
Anywhooo, let me know if you remember ... if not, I'll reminisce you when I see you at the rail jam next week! :)
K, bye bye for now! Hope school is going well!
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