SEALED WITH A CLICK - entry 4

Subject: Re: adam’s ribbing
To: CHRISTINAN@AOL.COM
From: B Douglas Enhibrem
Date: 12:43 PM 2/10/99

At 5:32 PM 2/9/99 -0500 you wrote:

>wrong e-mail address, buddy!<

MY HEART DROPPED TO MY TOES.

At 5:39 PM 2/9/99 -0500 you wrote:

>please be advised, i do not capitalize words via e-mail . . . ever.<

HENCEFORTH, I SHALL THINK OF YOUR MESSAGES AS E.E. MAIL.

>28 years old, according to your beautiful little daughter jilly.<

BUMMER, I DON’T DATE ANYONE UNDER 30. COMPANY POLICY. GIVE ME A CALL IN A COUPLE OF YEARS.

>thank you for one of the more spontaneous, silly, sexy (oooh . . . alliteration) evenings i’ve had in a very long time.<

I’M STILL SMILING, BOTH FROM THE PURE, ADULTERATED PLEASURE OF SPENDING THE EVENING WITH YOU, AND FROM THE TACKINESS AND ABSURDITY OF THE CONTEXT. (CLEOPATRA’S BOUNCING BARGE AT CAESAR’S PALACE???? BE SERIOUS. NEXT TIME WE WEAR TOGAS.) I HAVEN’T DANCED WITH (OR KISSED) ANYONE LIKE THAT IN MUCH, MUCH TOO LONG. THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE WAS TOTALLY UNEXPECTED AND TOTALLY WONDERFUL—OBVIOUSLY A GIFT FROM ZEUS & CO. GOOD THING WE DIDN’T HANG OUT AT THE PINK FLAMINGO.

I’M GLAD THE FACE-BURN DIDN’T REQUIRE HOSPITALIZATION. DID ANYONE NOTICE (OTHER THAN THE URGENT CARE PHYSICIAN)?

URGE, YOU’RE IT.

B’DOUGLAS