I don't know if most people would want a stalker or not, but I have one and I think it's great. Technically she may be more of a secret admirer, but I don't have any proof that she admires me, and I do have proof that she's crafty enough to find my addresses. There's also been some speculation that she isn't actually a hot girl, but is someone playing a trick on me.
I walk into work and see a large envelope sitting on my desk. Hmm... I'm not expecting anything. I look at the to address.
Wait... last time I got an envelope... I glance at the from address. It's a smiley face.
Remember when I got a sticker in the mail? It's the same girl.
I tear open the envelope and look inside. There's a single piece of paper folded in half. I open it up.
My attention is immediately drawn to the middle. There's a topless photo of a rather attractive girl. The photo ends at her neck.
There's also text on the page, cut from magazines. It says "I'm at one with my duality".
What does that mean? I look it up and it's some sort of quote. I don't really get it or understand what it's supposed to mean. Out of all the phrases she could have chosen, why that one? Maybe she just likes it.
I bring the envelope into the room next door and we examine it. The two girls don't believe that it's the same girl. They think someone reading this site wrote a copycat letter.
I'm not sure. The handwriting looks the same, but one smiley face has a nose and the other doesn't. One is addressed to "Black Ty" and the other to "Black Tie".
I go back to my desk and think. Then I remember that the first envelope had perfume in it. I smell the other envelope - same perfume.
So anyway, secret admirer / stalker, thanks for making my life a little more interesting. If you somehow figure out my new address I will be seriously impressed or assume you're really one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Oh, and for those of you who aren't my stalker, here are some pictures :
What about the fact that she said "Ty" in one letter and "Tie" for the other. That's a duality but they're both addressed to YOU. Therefor, YOU'RE at one with YOUR duality. Yes? No? Maybe?
Also, she's supposed to say that she's "one with her duality"... there shouldn't be an AT. The mistake could be intentional but I doubt it.
OR, the word duality has to do with her name somehow.
It is most DEFINITELY a male to female transgender. That's the duality. Do the tits look real? Seriously- it is so some tranny.
And to everyone else: HAH. Next time I see Tynan, I get to see me somma them boobies. He promised.
I thought the return email address was from NJ last time and its PA this time. Is she moving around to eventually seek you out in the flesh?
"I'm at one with my duality" is a bit of a play on words.
1... dual... get it?
Almost sounds like something one might see on a bumper sticker.
Kinda like "I'm a schizophrenic and so am I", or "I can't figure out if I am indecisive or not"
I suspect that this person is a man. A man that has access to a picture of breasts and some perfume, which are certainly not hard to obtain.
How fun would it be if it was the guy that took the 3 dollars, and that a lot of the people you encounter each day have teamed up just to mess with your head.
I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
So, I've been mostly single for some time now, and just recently I started seriously seeing a girl. This is relevant because up until we became serious I never really gave much thought to explaining or defending my nightly activities of playing EVE and being on comms with friends. It's just what I do, and I'll be honest that most of the time I'm a half naked lump sitting on my office chair whose seat pad is full to the brim of fart dust. Now I'm suddenly dating someone and I find myself wondering... "Is it OK if I play EVE right now?"
This self-questioning inevitably spirals onward because why would I ever deny myself something that I enjoy because of another person. I enjoy this person, so shouldn't they enjoy that I enjoy what I enjoy? Maybe there's something she enjoys that she's not enjoying because she's worried that I wont understand her joy. Clearly, this becomes exhausting and before long I'm too tired to do much else and we do other things.
I love this girl. She's a good one. We have fun, and I don't resent her at all for the obvious disruption in my EVE schedule that's taken place. Truth is I still play, but when she goes to sleep. Nothing is lost. But what's important to me is really just getting it out there that there's something else that I spend ample time with.
So, this is easy, right? Just tell her. But if I tell her, when do I tell her? During lunch? Dinner is for talking about your day, complaining about your job and talking about spaceships, right? No, that doesn't feel right. Lunch maybe sounds better. But we both work, so lunch wont work. Maybe in the morning when we wake up and we're laying in bed. That's perfect. She's comfortable, she's rested and at 6:30 in the morning there's not much sun light coming in through the blinds to cast distracting shadows on the wall while I'm talking about spaceships. But that just might be too early, I thought.
Then I had an idea to plan a date night completely revolving around the idea of just casually bringing up EVE to her at some perfect point. I'd set the kitchen counter all nice with our plastic cutlery and paper plates that do match. I'd put on some music. She'd absolutely love her favorite dish that I'd make for dinner. I'd wash and wear my one polo shirt that I own, and then nothing says I love you and want to share spaceships with you like picking fresh flowers from your neighbor's garden.