In my last year of university, I wrote a series of letters to strangers, using pseudonyms and alluding to a fictional set of mutual acquaintances, relatives, weddings, scandals, and inside jokes. I never received a reply.
Probably, back in my BBS days (oy, kids these days and their crazy high-speed internet! They don't know how good they have it! Why, when I was a youngster, I had to amuse myself with a 1200 baud modem!)
Anonymous said…
I snuck some candy hearts into Paul Fioroni's coat pockets while he was playing basketball in the gym at St. Peter's.
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Either way: awkward!
and hey, google tells me he is now a professional hockey player with the Lubbock Cotton Kings in Lubbock, Texas.
I'll be damned. I'm a puck bunny.
Or does anonymous sex count?
That is the cowards way.
Just like driving with a seat belt on.
COWARDLY!