An A Priori 2 Email Love Affair

                                                     

To: wit_fetched
Subject: It was most curious…

...his profile was hidden, as he'd already met the woman of his dreams.
Already bought the ticket that would take him through the ten time zones of almost
impossible distance to get to the place in which she had chosen to hide.

The only reason he was on even on the site was to try to determine if there could be
any rational, technical explanation as to why her profile was suddenly deluged
by unsolicited and unwanted correspondence from parts Canadian, other than that all
these dating sites seemed to be programmed by random troglodyte methodology.

He certainly couldn't *not* click the ad that kept popping up because it was titled
"a penchant for wordplay"; how could he possibly resist that?

He never imagined that a woman that could be as tall as she were erudite could be found
in the frozen, desolate depths of the upper Midwest, but then again he had a ticket to
Dubai in his jacket pocket.

Oh well, he thought to himself, I 've already found the woman of my dreams, and besides,
she's into the Chicago Manual of Style and I tend to compose impossibly long, run together
sentences when I'm not writing incomplete ones. She would probably count the occasional
reefer before turning the guitar amplifiers, keyboards and recording gear on as "drugs".
And generally being essentially honest with himself, he had to admit he was at least equal
parts of both Paul and Norman Maclean, were he to equate himself with literary allusion.
So having already found the woman of his dreams and being in possession of the bits of
odd colored paper that people oddly exchange for distance and space, he simply blew her
a kiss "Good Luck", and pressed the Send button and was gone, musing in the afterglow of
the screen gone black how all the really wondrous ones seemed to inhabit odd places...


To: Jack_the_Hack
Subject: Thank You

As they say… ...in the land from which half my shadowy ancestors  are reputed to come, and on behalf of that colorfully romantic lot: "My people of the Republic of Czechoslovakia wish you happy journeys." Thank you for a singularly generous and sweetly flattering gift of a note, at a time when a wish for midnight luck was exactly what was needed. You made me smile, and reminded me how richly mysterious and marvelous the most fleeting of moments can be. I have an Aussie friend who travels frequently through Dubai. I do not for an instant doubt that you are choosing exactly the dream you were meant to by following where your colored papery bits lead you; but perhaps with the impulsive hope to exchange kindness for kindness I'll send you off with a friendly heads-up caution. According to John's reports, Dubai has its dicey moments, and John is not prone to exaggerating dangers. But a bit of danger goes hand in hand with any adventure, doesn't it? I sincerely wish that happiness beyond your imaginings will be there, waiting impatiently for your arrival, so that the best of the story can begin. Please indulge one more impulse...to close with these words of Goethe's which your story tonight rousted out of memory. I suspect you understand how insistent words can be sometimes... The moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now. Happy journeys!



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