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An Email Affair (14 of 15)Dear Regi,
The movie is called The King’s Speech, not The King’s Thing.
Sorry I stood you up again, but there was just no point. As the time of our rendezvous drew nearer I found myself stuttering more and more. I am not going to spiritualize this by saying that God’s hand is in this, but maybe this thing was meant to start and end here. I mean, I had stopped stammering way before I graduated! I can’t believe you picked it up from the few innocent conversations we have had! I mean, I said you sing like an angel and you said I speak like a stroke victim? No wonder the thought of meeting up with you made me incoherent.
I’m not sure whether to close this email account before or after your next sarcastic email.
I suppose the only thing worse than a worm is a stuttering worm. No?
My darling Sou,
Don’t worry about standing me up, you probably saved me another headache. And why would I want to write you a sarcastic email? After all, it’s not your fault that stammering make my skin crawl.
Come on, Sou, all I said was that you did a ‘cute’ thing with your voice. Was that enough to provoke a total breakdown? You couldn’t even finish three sentences in the fifteen minutes we spent at the cafe! We’d have talked more if we pulled out our blackberries! Well, there’s something worse than a stuttering worm – and it is a worm that won’t accept responsibility. Such a pity we tried to meet in the flesh. This thing was actually quite lovely in cyberspace and dreamspace :-). You really have to see a good psychiatrist. It would be sad if you started stuttering every time you saw a lovely woman. That would be a dead giveaway for Sylvia, won’t it.
Anyway, if you haven’t closed your secret email account, I’ve now beaten you to it. 😉
‘Ex-‘ rules apply as usual. You can be sure I’ll avoid your open mouth at communion services… but if you see my car driving down the bridge, go for a swim or something.