A Real Earful
I went on a date last summer with a girl from an online site. It started out awkwardly like blind dates do, then as she warmed up, she talked about herself incessantly. About an hour in, she started to realize that she was talking way too much so she asked me some questions. But not normal questions, like how I spent my evenings. She asked personal questions, like how my relationship was like with my mom. When I hesitated on that, she asked me if I was abused as a child. For some reason I was willing to chalk the behavior up to awkwardness and Sudafed, as she had an ear infection and all of our prior emails had seemed so normal. When we finally parted ways, she dashed across the street without saying goodbye and then called me a few minutes later to apologize, explaining that she had to catch her bus.
Then she sent me this follow-up email:
Hey!
How’s your day been? The “Car Free Portland” event was right near my house, so I rocked that for a while-felt good to be on my bike and moving again. However I think I used up all my energy in 2 hours and find myself back on the couch. I feel eternally bonded with Van Gogh because I could totally see the appeal of cutting off my ear….however, I think he cut off his ear as a gift to an ex lover. I would definitely keep my ear for myself; add some piercings-the kind I would never get while the ear was actually attached to my head-,and frame the sucker on the wall, next to the welded leg hanging across from me. Or, you know, I can wait for the antibiotics to kick in. It’s just good to weigh all my options.
This is likely the least tactful way I have ever asked someone if they want to hang out again. I just thought you being a biology major, and all, that you may appreciate my hot talk of severed appendages. Rrrrrawww.
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