Here it is. The entire month of April for the year 2000. Don't you just feel like a part of my life? Doesn't it make you all warm & fuzzy inside to know that I'm sharing a part of myself with you? I know it does. Read on, starting from the bottom.
April 30th, 2000: So, Mike invited me to the Franklin Park Conservatory in Columbus this afternoon. I havn't been there since I was a kid, so I was delighted by the invitation. I drove over to his house, and we left to go view some flowers and butterflies, since the main attraction there this time of year is the butterfly garden that really isn't a garden at all. Our tickets into the place were flaming cheap, and I could see how happy the little, old ticket lady was to have kids in her conservatory. While Mike took bathroom trip #1 of 400 for the day, I wandered amongst the plants growing in fish bowls for some sort of random contest that was going on there. A woman walked near me and started talking about how gorgeous the flowers were to no one in particular, so I politely smiled and removed myself from her world. Mike finished his business, and we continued into the Conservatory. The first section was full of bonsai trees that I absolutely fell in love with, fueling my desire to own one myself, which I will in approximately five days. All of the old people painting and walking about made me feel detached, but in a good way. Mike and I walked out onto a balcony that overlooked a room full of trees. I didn't even notice the massive fig that we were standing under until Mike pointed it out, and let me tell you something, if you think you've seen massive trees, you're wrong. This tree was massive. So, we explored the trees for a bit, and as we sat down in a gazebo-ish little area, Mike asked me to write down different trees that he liked so that he could remember them for later. Actually, it was more of an order than a request, but you'll have that with Mike. I liked the citrus trees and was dying to steal a mini-orange (which really isn't called that at all), but I'm just too darn not one of those people.
We moved on to what we thought was the butterfly area, but the only butterflies around were cardboard cut-outs, which was terribly disappointing. The plants were incredible, though. So was this one guy wearing stock college guy clothes. You know the type - corduroy khakis, black tee-shirt, Airwalks or Vans. I like my men to be well-dressed, but I'm always really attracted to those types, strangely. Everything was really well-watered there, meaning that water was randomly spurting from the ceiling, allowing a bit of wet fun, which sounds really dirty but isn't. We walked up to a cage containing two crazy birds, and Mike started saying "hi" to them. One of the birds mimicked him, so Mike said "bye" to see how much the bird knew. It just kept right on saying "hi", which I was fine with, but then it started screeching. I'm talking scary screeching here, kids. So, we quickly moved to the next room, a little bit confused and quite frightened. A bit later, the guy, his stock college guy clothes, and the chick he was with followed us to the actual butterfly exhibit, which was chock full o' butterflies, much to my utter delightment. Mike decided that his favourites were some blue ones with really iridescent wings, and I was forced to call them my favourites, as well, when one landed on my bare toes. What shoes was I wearing that day? I can't remember.
We sat down on a bench in a little secluded corned where black butterflies were resting on leafy plants. The blue butterflies that we loved kept floating by our corner, making me think that they were definitely teasing us, tempting us to catch them, if you will. After we watched a little girl blatantly disregard the rules by picking up countless butterflies for a bit, we wandered outside. However, there was absolutely nothing out there except hand-holding couples, so we got in Mike's car and left, fully satisfied with the events of the day. On the way home, we decided to randomly stop by Bethany's dorm to see what she was up to. I called her to inform her of this, and when she asked if we needed directions, I told her that Mike knew where he was going, as all men do. However, Mike didn't know where we were going, as most men don't, so I called Bethany back. She gave us the simplest directions to her dorm, which we began following. When we reached the road that her tower sits on, however, there was some sort of marathon-ish whatnot going on, so Mike had to turn around, and I had to call Bethany back. She gave us simple directions once again, but for the life of us, we couldn't seem to get to her dorm. Mike kept threatening to turn around and go home, but I kept tempting him with promises of OSU women, so we kept going. After hundreds of attempts to make it to the tower, though, Mike was dangerously low on gas and horrifically frustrated, so we headed for the highway. Mike showed me what he imagines to be the beginning of the highway system, actually, since the road just starts without anything leading to it. As if that makes any sense. And that was that.
So, so boring, I realize. What can I say? This is my life.
April 28th, 2000: So, months ago, my friends Angel & Erica invited me to visit them at their college, Southern Illinois University, over my spring break. The trip sounded great to me, & as break neared and we discussed all of the great things we would do (namely travelling down to St. Louis), I got more & more excited. Angel & Erica are absolutely great, you see. Erica's mom offered to drive me to Indiana, & then Angel & Erica would meet me there to take me to Illinois. They even drove the eight hours it takes to get here in order to come to Mom's showing & funeral. (Oh, yeah. My mom died on April 2nd. There you have that.) Even when Erica accidentally locked her keys in her car & they were forced to walk around in their pajamas while they went somewhere to call for help, they didn't turn around & go back home. Those are good friends, let me tell you. However, when Mom died, I was no longer excited by the idea of getting away from my family. I didn't think that my going two states away would help our current situation any, so when Bethany offered to host me for a few days at the Ohio State University so that I could have some sort of vacation while not going far away, I jumped at the chance. I invited Tracey along with me so that someone could keep me company while Bethany was going to classes that I couldn't go to. I also invited Tracey to go to Bethany's church with me. Being the crazy Atheist that she is, I knew that I was doing it in vain, but she actually ended up going with me, which means nothing I realize, but it was still a nice gesture on her part. (Terrible, terrible sentence construction, I realize.) After church, I went home & began packing, as we were supposed to be at Bethany's between 3 and 4 o'clock. Well, I ended up on my computer for some reason, & there I talked to a guy named Jarred.
Now, once upon a time, Bethany was online, & she told me to put Jarred on my Buddy List so that I could read his profile that was apparently extremely funny. So I did. And I read his profile. And it went a little something like this:
So, as my week at OSU neared, Jarred asked how long I would be there and whatnot so that he could come and see me. On Sunday as I was packing for my little trip, Jarred told me that he was going to the Oval (a huge, grassy area) to play some frisbee and do some general frolicking that night and told me to come along. However, when I got to OSU, he was already out frolicking, so I just hung out with Bethany and Tracey. Now, to kind of set this up for you, Bethany lives on the honours floor of Lincoln Tower, which is about a ten-minute walk from the center of campus. Lincoln has suites with a common room, a bathroom, and four rooms for two roommates. In each room is a study area with a desk for each person, and attached to that is a bedroom with two beds. So, there it is. Now, I had met Bethany's suitemates during my previous stays with her. She just absolutely adores her roommate, Amanda, but the times that I had been around her, I didn't see what Bethany saw in her. (Man, I'm making Bethany sound like a lesbian.) But Amanda is hilarious. She's this tiny ex-cheerleader, but she doesn't fit the cheerleader profile at all. The thing that defines her is her habit of turning absolutely everything into a threat. I would say something like, "Hey, will you hand me that pudding?" She would reply, "I'll pudding you!" I mean, she does that at least 800 times a day. So amusing.
So, Bethany, Tracey, and I decided to go across the street to the Lennox to see a movie after eating dinner with some random men. I wanted to see American Psycho with a passion, but the wimpy chicks I was with were unwilling, so we ended up with Keeping the Faith after a hour of discussion. When we got inside the theatre, there was next to no one there, but people slowly trickled in as the showtime neared. Bethany went to the bathroom, and while she was gone, her cell phone rang. I couldn't get to it in time, so when she came back, she looked at her calls list and told me that it was from Mike. I left the theatre to call him back on my phone, because I was worried that something was wrong. It turns out that he just wanted to invite me over to his house for movies, which was really sweet. I explained where I was and talked to him for a few minutes while all of the people out in the lobby watched me. At first I wondered why, but then I realized that I was putting my feet up one at a time on the wall in front of me as I was talking, which seemed to be some sort of spectacle. The movie was great, and since I had expected it to be horrible, I left the theatre with a good feeling. Now, it was raining as we left the theatre, so as we were waiting for the elevator in Bethany's tower, Tracey and I talked about how crazy her hair looked. A really sweaty guy who had obviously been running or something came in to wait for an elevator, too, but we just kind of ignored him and went on with our conversation. Well, as we were laughing about Tracey's hair, the guy stopped us and said, "I know I'm sweaty, okay? You can talk about me openly. You don't have to whisper." We looked at him like the total idiot that he was and explained that we were not, in fact, talking about him. Then, we made fun of him for days, as is expected.
When we walked into Bethany's suite's common room, there were strange men standing about as there usually are. I smiled politely at all of them as I usually do and was just going to walk past them to Bethany's room as Bethany was. However, as we passed one of them, Bethany said, "Oh, yeah. That's Jarred," to me. I turned to look at the guy, said hello, and he reached out to hug me. I was a little shocked by the whole situation, so I just hugged him and left. It wasn't until later that I realised what had just happened and went out to see the boy. He was getting ready to leave, but he was without his signature fedora because his head had gotten hot, so I ordered him to go get it and model it for me. Now, I've met some of my online friends in real life, and well, they always look exactly like I expected them to because of the pictures that they've sent me. I had never seen pictures of Jarred, though, so I really wasn't expecting anything. Now, if I may say this in a purely platonic way, Jarred is absolutely adorable. Everyone knows that I like cute guys, not hot guys, and Jarred is just as cute as they come. Oh, and just for Bethany, let me reiterate the word "platonic".
So, anyway, Bethany and her suitemates started playing Trivial Pursuit, so Tracey and I escaped out into the hallway to avoid the heat. It was hot. And when I say hot, I'm talking hot. We ended up playing 3rd grade clapping games, which seems like the natural thing to do when you're trying hopelessly to fit in with college kids. Bethany ordered a pizza, so Tracey and I ran laps around her hallway, carrying chili peppers, as one always does when she's running laps around hallways. Men walked by us and laughed, so we rolled around on the floor, as one always does when men smile at her. I drew pictures of HELL outside of Bethany's dorm room, and Tracey and I made a sign that said, "100% Welsh, Baby!" Then, every time we passed the sign, we talked about how clever the people who put it up were. We think we're insanely funny, you see. So, hours later when Bethany and Amanda went to bed and Tracey and I were done messing with people's minds, I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I emerged, Jarred and his friend Sandy, who happens to be one of Bethany's neighbors, were standing in the common room in the dark. I touched Jarred's glasses and randomly complimented them, since he hadn't been wearing them before. Then, Tracey and I watched bad MTV after Jarred and Sandy told us goodnight and left. We saw the Stone Temple Pilots video for Sour Girl ten to twelve times before going to sleep.
When we awoke years later, all of the suitemates had left, and Amanda had locked the door to Bethany and her room, so Tracey and I were left watching more bad MTV until they came back. We made plans to meet Bethany at one of the libraries so that we could attend her afternoon math class. So, we set out with a little map of the campus in the rain. As we walked through the tennis courts, I thought that a guy approaching us looked strangely familiar. So, when he passed us, he stopped to say hello, proving my theory that he's a guy named Brian who graduated from a school near mine. Now, you have to understand that I used to have a massive crush on this guy (and I'm not the crush type at all), so seeing him at OSU was definitely a good thing. He asked us about our lives and everything and told us that he would see us around, so yeah. We walked completely out to the edge of campus before realising that we had passed our destination, so we trekked back to the library and angered the kids inside by laughing about what idiots we are. We passed notes in Bethany's math class, making us look even more like high school kids, which we happen to be. Tracey went home that night, so I was left watching bad MTV by myself. I ended up talking to Sandy online after he mistook me for Bethany, since I was using her name and all. He introduced me to the fine and fantastic world of bootlegged movies, so I spent Night #2 watching Fight Club for the first time while Amanda attempted to study. By this time, she had threatened my life at least 200 times by saying, "I'll Fight Club you!"
The next day, on my way to meet Bethany for chemistry, I was walking alone along the streets, when I noticed a guy in leather standing on the sidewalk, watching me. He walked forward so that he would be in my way as I passed by him, and I totally noticed that he did it. It really turned me off for some reason, even though he looked darn good in his leather. (Yeah, so I'm a vegetarian who likes leather. I even wear it myself. How do you like that?) So, when I got close to him, he took off his headphones, started walking beside me, and said, "Helloooooo," in some mock sexy voice. I was obviously totally uninterested, so I stared straight ahead and said, "Yo." Simply "Yo". I really think he got the point. I think everyone gets the point when you say that word. So, he quietly put his headphones back on and left me alone. It was a nice feeling. During chem, the professor taught the entire class to Bethany and me, which made me feel really bad, because I was the only one in the entire room not taking notes.
So, on Tuesday night, I met one of my online friends, Carl, for the second time. The first time I met Carl, it was weird. We had no idea what to do, and I wasn't about to randomly meet this kid by myself, so Bethany took me to his house so that we could go out for pizza. Online he's funny and talkative, but in real life, he says nothing. Now, I'm not saying that that's a bad thing, because I can't deal with people who are uncomfortable with silence, but it was just a weird change. Carl's seriously the best male hugger in the world, though. When he hugs, he hugs like he means it. So, anyway, while Bethany was at class the next day, Carl came over to OSU so that we could do something. I didn't have my car with me, obviously, so we just went for a walk along a little path that runs by the river. There had been quite a bit of rain before I came up, so there was a patch of path that was just covered in mud. There was a sloped ledge right beside the path, but when I walked on it, I was worried that I would slide off into the mud, so I just held up the legs to my pants and screamed a little, as is expected of wimpy girls. It was a nice walk; Carl's a nice guy. He didn't even try to rape me or anything, which was a nice change. On our way back along the path, we came to the muddy part again, and instead of sticking it out with me, Carl ran along the ledge, most likely just to anger me. And then it was over. We met Bethany back in the lobby of her tower, but we couldn't think of a single thing to do, and Bethany kept mentioning the fact that I was supposed to go out with Jarred that night. I thought that the Jarred thing probably made Carl feel weird, but now that I think about it and him, I imagine that he was completely ignoring us. So, we hugged and that was that.
That night, I was talking to Jarred, and he said that he was going to take a walk that might possibly lead him to me. I knew that the front door to the tower was locked and everything, so I just stayed up for hours watching bad MTV until he realized that the doors were locked, too. I love nights in the tower. I kept the door to the common room open while I was watching bad MTV, and random men would just stop in to say hello and watch bad MTV with me. I like the fact that they all just assumed that I lived there and talked to me about random college things.
The next day, I was on my way to Bethany's math class again when I saw massive crush boy again. This time, he saw me and broke into this huge cutie smile of his as I laughed and called out his name. (Doesn't that sound like a lame romantic comedy scene?) So, he asked me what the heck I was doing out walking alone, and I told him that I was on my way to meet Bethany for math. He told me that he doesn't have to do any math for what he's majoring in, so we got into a huge discussion about majors and life aspirations that made me totally lose track of time and cut out a huge chunk of my leisurely walk-while-checking-out-every-man-possible time. In class, we sat behind Scott, the boyfriend of Bethany's suitemate Betsy. I asked him if he was going to be able to stay awake that time, because he had fallen asleep the day before. He was shocked and said that he planned on drawing more fight scenes of dinosaurs and generals or something, because the dinosaurs were ahead the day before, and he wanted to know what the outcome of the war would be. Bethany and I then spent the remainder of class trying to figure out if one of the hot guys in the front row was an old friend of hers or not. He has the best name in the entire world, just so you know. Even better than Jarred's, which everyone knows is my absolute favourite name. Trygve. Trygve has the best first name; Jarred's first, middle, and last name together is the best package. I also talked to massive crush boy online that night, which was odd. Moving on . . .
Now, by this time, I was feeling quite settled, and I had also seen the love of my life once again. The love of my life is actually also the love of Amanda's life. Now, that wouldn't be a problem, except that the love of my life has been with me exactly 4 times, and he's been the love of Amanda's life for quite a while now. Except, Amanda doesn't know that he's the love of her life, and Jim doesn't know that he's the love of Amanda's life, either. They think they're just friends and all, but everyone around them sees that they're totally going to end up married with 400 kids. Jim, the love of our lives, is absolutely perfect. Seriously. I cannot find a single flaw in the boy. Huge Christian. He's pre-med and majoring in transportation for reasons that not even he knows. Easily the cutest guy I've ever met. Intelligent. Nice, nice, nice. Not a flaw to be seen. I keep threatening to steal him from Amanda, but I don't think I could make him stop loving her even if I tried. So utterly depressing.
So, anyway, on Thursday night, Amanda was supposed to go spend the night with Jim and two of their other friends. Even though she pretends to be purely friends with Jim, she was totally obsessed with finding the perfect thrift store shirt to wear. I recommended no shirt to keep the whole ordeal simple and give Jim easy access, but Amanda wasn't all for that, strangely. So, we ended up with a tank that would make her look just slutty enough, even though Amanda would never admit it. That accomplished, we set to work on finding shoes. Amanda had sprained her ankle the day before playing football or some other whatnot, so that was a difficult task. Finally, we sent her off, and Bethany and I went to her youth group-ish thing. It totally started pouring halfway through our walk to the building where it was held, and I was wearing a little lavender shirt, so I was obviously soaked and feeling good when we got there. Bethany said hi to all of her little friends, and we sat down in the middle somewhere while a band played random Christian songs.
When we got back to the dorm, I settled in for some Rock & Roll Jeopardy and annoyed Bethany by talking to all of her friends on Amanda's computer while she did work on her own computer. Amanda bought one of those huge pappazon chairs at a yard sale for $5, and dang that thing is comfortable. I started talking to neighbor Sandy, who Bethany lovingly refers to as Sandra to really anger him. I had talked to Sandy before and all, but I had no idea that he's a Christian or that he's absolutely in love with his roommate or that he listens to really good music. I also learned that girls randomly strip for him in their apartments, which he finds odd for some reason. And when he tells them, "Uh . . . no," and they slap him, he doesn't understand why. I told him things that I certainly wouldn't tell anyone else, and he told me the same. Ten "Rock & Roll Jeopardy"s later at about 4:30 A.M., it was quitting time, so I went to bed, feeling incredibly satisfied.
Friday morning, I woke up way late and couldn't find my shoes. I knew that the janitorial chick had been in earlier, but I had completely ignored her horrendously loud vacuum and gone back to sleep. I figured that the janitor chick had stolen the shoes, because everyone knows about my huge fear of cleaning people. So, I wandered around for a while in my pajamas, trying to figure out ways in which to prove that the janitor was a thieving whore. But she wasn't. She had merely moved my shoes to a chair so that she could sweep the floor without any block-age. I didn't feel bad for accusing her in my mind, though, because she does clean for a living, after all, and you know what that means. (Totally kidding. Maybe.) So, I took a shower and settled in for my last day of OSU-y goodness. Bethany watched Good Will Hunting in her room with Christie, the suitemate who's trying to take over Bethany's personality, while I sat in the common room watching bad VH1. I made fun of the new Britney Spears video and talked to Melissa, the suitemate with the good taste in music, about Finger Eleven for a bit. Jim, the love of Amanda's and my life, came over after a bit, so I left them alone to hopefully have some nasty sex. They didn't, of course, but that's beside the point. Another suitemate allowed me into her room to check out her new pet alligator, which is to totally be kept a secret since no pets are allowed in the dorm rooms. All of the suitemates are freaked out by the poor thing, but I think it rocks. Rawks, even, if you're one of those types. After that bit of business, I went out to watch the Sour Girl video ten to twelve more times and was lounging seductively, waiting for hot college men to come by, when lo and behold, the other love of my life came walking by. He stopped at the door to the stairwell that's just outside of Bethany's dorm, turned his head to look in through the common room's open door, and remembering me from visits of days past, smiled his yummy college man smile. Not knowing what else to do and figuring that it was a little too early in the day to offer him my body, I simply smiled my "Yes, I will have sex with you at any time between the hours of 6 P.M. and 10 A.M. if you'll only ask" smile in hopes that he would realise exactly how willing I was. Apparently, it worked, because he came in to talk for a bit before going out to wax himself or whatever else hot college men do when not attempting to seduce me.
Later, Jim and Amanda and I went for a little Erin Brockovich, which is not nearly as bad as one would think it is. As soon as it was over, though, I had to leave, so I went back to gather up my junk and bid farewell to all of the loveliness that is The Ohio State University. Alas, I didn't have to leave Bethany, though. We went to see 28 Days that night, which is oddly a very good movie. And finally, for any OSU kids who read this: Yes, I am a psycho. Yes, I'm just dying to be a college kid. Yes, I probably am extremely pathetic.
April 26th, 2000: So, I was sitting in my school's library today, thinking about life & how I always begin my "Day in the Life"'s with the word "so" & how weird a quotation mark & an apostrophe look next to each other. Actually, I wasn't thinking of any of those things; I was thinking about public restrooms. My physics teacher was going over a test that I haven't taken yet, so she sent me to the library to wait until she was done telling the rest of the class the answers. Before I went to the library, though, I moseyed (which, by the way, should really be spelled "mosied") on into the restroom to do my business, if you get my drift. A friend of mine was in there, so I said hello, completed my work, and left. When I sat down in the library, though, I got to thinking about something. Don't you really hate it when you go into public restrooms & random people are standing around talking or grooming themselves? It's especially bad when you go into the stall & sit down but nothing comes out & you realize that it was a false alarm. Then, you really have a choice to make: Do you sit & wait for a while to see if anything comes out? Do you just get up & leave? Do you wait for the other people to clear out so you can come out unnoticed? You know that they've been listening for your tinkle, & you know that if you leave without doing anything that they'll know that you're a faker. They'll think that you just go sit on public toilet seats because you get off on putting your naked butt where others have put theirs, & well, you certainly don't want that. On the other hand, they may never leave, so your waiting would be ridiculous. You'll be sitting there, twiddling your thumbs, wanting them to leave so badly, & then you'll suddenly realize that you're going to be stuck there for the rest of your life if you don't take some action. Finally, you know that you have to get up. As you emerge, you know that they think that you dropped one, & you're all embarrassed. So, you just bluff & say, "Hey, don't think that I don't know that you guys didn't wash your hands." That sure does make them embarrassed, all right, and then you feel much better about the whole situation. Well, actually, they're white trash (as all bathroom dwellers are), so they're not really embarrassed at all, but they should be & would be if they didn't have teased hair & hoochie mama clothes. And that's that.
April 22nd, 2000: Just so everyone knows, I'm really sorry for ignoring this page & this site in general, but well, things have been happening. I really am working on things. HUGE things. Things that take a while. So bear with me, please. Just to keep you the tiniest bit interested, here's a little story for ya:
So, I was in AP English a couple of weeks ago, & we were right in the middle of this monster poetry section. Now, there are possibly a total of five poems that I've ever read that I've really connected with & vowed to love eternally (one of these being "Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal" by Alfred Lord Tennyson, quite possibly my favourite poem in the entire world). I love poems that people write for me (hint, hint), but I rarely get into poetry, simply because I don't understand it. I'm into just telling it like it is, so metaphors & the like just don't do it for me. So basically, I hate poetry. Well, in English one day, we read "Dulce et Decorum Est" & began discussing it. My teacher asked what the soldier in the poem had died of. The whole class was silent, & I thought about giving the answer, but before I could, my dear friend Katie, God love her, spoke up. She said simply, "Drowning". Now, this wasn't really so bad, because the poem did, in fact, compare the feeling of dying from gas to drowning. However, right in the middle of the poem were the words "Gas! GAS!", and well, the bold, capital letters pretty much did it for me. Now, even though you could reasonably draw from the poem that the guy drowned if you didn't read it AT ALL, I figured that my lovely AP English friends would know a little better than to answer with something like that. But instead of just sitting there and letting my psycho teacher tell Katie that she was flaming wrong, I had to go & say, "Ha. NO," as I scoffed at her. Then, Katie got all ignore-y, & I apologised & all, but I still felt really bad about the whole situation. I'm a terrible person. But it's so much fun being me.
"I love to play guitar and clarinet, draw, read, have wild monkey cyber sex with guys from prison pretending to be women, im just getting into sword collecting so thats cool. Hmmm. I think I am about to start a period in my life in which i have an unnatural obsession with Guam. (The country) I sang in a band once, I also played lead guitar in that band. I love my parents. I am an Aquarius. I love those conversations with people that last until 4 in the morning to the point where you both are about to fall asleep. I think it is the best way to get to know someone. I love your mom. My childhood was typical... summers in Rangoon, luge lessons... in the spring we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.At the age of 14 an aroastary named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. I'm done."
And when I was done reading Jarred's profile, I didn't bother to delete him from my list, just because I knew that I would never talk to him anyway and he wasn't hurting anything by being there. Plus, the profile amused me. Then, months later, Bethany was at my house and we were talking to her lover, and when she saw that Jarred was online, she told me to talk to him. So I did. She told me that his name is Jarred, so I began typing a message to him that said, "Hey, Jarod." Before I could hit "Return", she tried to correct my spelling by telling me that he spells his name with an "e" instead of an "o". So, I changed the spelling and sent the message. As soon as I did, though, Bethany told me that I also left out the second "r" in his name. So, we had a laugh about the fact that it would be easier for me to pretend to know him if I knew how to spell his name correctly and all kinds of other "guess you had to be there" moments. He told me all about his fedora and the fact that he never takes it off while I told him about all of the unbridled passion that Bethany has for him. Bethany and I had to leave after a while, though, so I had to cut our conversation short, but over the next month or so, we talked quite a bit, and I decided that he's rather intriguing.