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An Italian-American citizen who is not very much of either but lives in Rome, anyway, and is not really sure where she's going next or if she's going at all.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Ahh I forgot...

While on OKCupid, I did perchance come into contact with a rather nice looking cubamerican from Florida, living in NYC. Our linguistic styles jived wonderfully, and the same night we started electro-chatting we moved straight to the phone, where I affectionately saved his number under the name "Stranger". We remained strangers for some time, but chatted often... always me keeping a nice cushion of distance. A couple of months ago, when the Artist and I began, I decided to stop talking to the Stranger (makes sense, I was with the Artist). We didn't speak for awhile. When the Artist and I split for the first time, I went down to NYC, i.e. home of the Stranger. I wanted to give the Stranger a ring but decided it would be too strange. Ha. Anyway, that same weekend I received an e-mail from him asking que pasa and I decided to call him then. This ended up in an impromptu breakfast meeting that involved banter and omelletes. Also, nut butters. I had a nice time, but the visit was short and I didn't feel right about it. Something just told me to back off, so I did-- and aside from one or two text messages in reply, did not contact the Stranger further. Also, when I came home the Artist and I started back up again... which lasted a few weeks so again, I didn't feel right keeping in touch. I hadn't heard from him since.

Until this morning. I have an e-mail from him saying he hopes I grow up. Then he rephrases and says he hopes I become a much better person.

I suppose this is some reaction to my last post?
I'm sorry if that post insulted anyone. It was meant to be taken humorously, but you can't always suppose the same flavor for every palatte.


Hi Stranger.

I've grown up just fine thank you. I hope you're well.

Warmly,
Kae