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Letter #103

 

Dear Angie2008:

It is bad manners, I hate to tell you, to do work, such as checking your messages, when someone else is giving his personal time to be with you at dinner. You shouldn’t, though, as you say, apologize: it should never happen. Period. Ever. It’s just good grooming. It’s just good breeding. It’s just being well brought up. Wherever you were brought up, I am sure people know that. It means simply that you value someone else’s time over your work. It means that you have balance in your life. It means that you can create boundaries, first of all for yourself. Time for work. Time for love. Time for everything. A Psalms and a Peter, Paul & Mary kind of thing. Both the religious side and the hippy-dippy people agree on this one.

Of course, you are right about the gym and guys making a big deal of it; still, I’m afraid that of the over five hundred women’s profiles I have read thus far, yours is the only one to start off talking about the gym and then go off on it for half a paragraph. Strange fruit, indeed. But, honestly, what in God’s good name can you expect when the second word out of your mouth here is “useless”? “Embarrassed,” you claim. Ashamed. Pained. Hurt.

You make my heart ache: you are so beautiful and obviously intelligent, and yet you sound so cold and mean-spirited. I don’t think you get it, but your supposedly concealed innermost feelings that you proclaim you don’t want to wax on about, are spilled all over the place like fish guts here. Is that all you really want, to waste time, to leave some guy who’s opened up to you, who might be half in love with you (it does happen, you know), just to cross him off, like an enemy, killed like time under your breath while you brush your teeth and shake out the bristles for the night? You are totally right about one thing: guys in jeans and white sneakers. Yuck, it’s the uniform of pedophiles in Thailand kind of thing. Except for the latter sneaker stuff, your profile is one knot after the next of contradiction, from the bottom to the top.

Egbert

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