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Dear current object of my involuntary obsession,
Hi. This is J. The real one. You haven't met me yet. The guy masquerading around as me is an outright, inadequate fraud. He's convinced that he is the one you want to be dating and I truly apologize for his despicable, not even remotely charming behavior. Sure, he's moderately funny, slightly more intelligent than average, and relatively accessible in conversation, but I'm pretty sure this is drowned out by his overall awkward, clammy demeanor, slightly-too-vindictive wit, and juvenile perspective of life. Yea, that was him who sounded near suicidal on your voice-mail. Who knew you could communicate "I'm clearly about to fucking kill myself with a pair of scissors" through a simple "Hey, it's J. I'm just calling to see what you schedule looks like for next week"?? Well, that was not my intention. I really wanted to sound more like "Hey! I'm really looking forward to seeing a movie with you next week, gimme a call back when you get this. Can't wait to talk to you!" But, alas, I have no direct control over this bizarro-J-marionette with a mind all his own.
This probably all sounds way too hyperbolic, but let me assure you.... it is. And while I believe this is one-hundred-percent true, I think I'm probably making the whole situation out to be way too complicated. That said, I haven't ever really done this before. The whole dating process is very new, and clearly from my aberrant behavior, you'd think I haven't had a single boyfriend in my entire life, better yet a single crush on another human being. What I'm trying to say is, please, if you think this isn't going anywhere because I seem fucking crazy, lame, or immature- cut me a break. I promise you won't be disappointed. When I finally realize you're just another (albeit rather smart, good-looking, Jewish) human being, I'll finally relax and you'll meet me for the first time. When you do, you might just feel ever so slightly wrought with inconsolable anxiety as well. But don't worry, I'll finally have a level head, and I'll talk you down. After all, I'm just another (albeit rather smart, good-looking, Gentile-looking for- Jewish) human being.
Until then, thanks for being patient with this neurotic J wanna-be.
-J
Hi. This is J. The real one. You haven't met me yet. The guy masquerading around as me is an outright, inadequate fraud. He's convinced that he is the one you want to be dating and I truly apologize for his despicable, not even remotely charming behavior. Sure, he's moderately funny, slightly more intelligent than average, and relatively accessible in conversation, but I'm pretty sure this is drowned out by his overall awkward, clammy demeanor, slightly-too-vindictive wit, and juvenile perspective of life. Yea, that was him who sounded near suicidal on your voice-mail. Who knew you could communicate "I'm clearly about to fucking kill myself with a pair of scissors" through a simple "Hey, it's J. I'm just calling to see what you schedule looks like for next week"?? Well, that was not my intention. I really wanted to sound more like "Hey! I'm really looking forward to seeing a movie with you next week, gimme a call back when you get this. Can't wait to talk to you!" But, alas, I have no direct control over this bizarro-J-marionette with a mind all his own.
This probably all sounds way too hyperbolic, but let me assure you.... it is. And while I believe this is one-hundred-percent true, I think I'm probably making the whole situation out to be way too complicated. That said, I haven't ever really done this before. The whole dating process is very new, and clearly from my aberrant behavior, you'd think I haven't had a single boyfriend in my entire life, better yet a single crush on another human being. What I'm trying to say is, please, if you think this isn't going anywhere because I seem fucking crazy, lame, or immature- cut me a break. I promise you won't be disappointed. When I finally realize you're just another (albeit rather smart, good-looking, Jewish) human being, I'll finally relax and you'll meet me for the first time. When you do, you might just feel ever so slightly wrought with inconsolable anxiety as well. But don't worry, I'll finally have a level head, and I'll talk you down. After all, I'm just another (albeit rather smart, good-looking, Gentile-looking for- Jewish) human being.
Until then, thanks for being patient with this neurotic J wanna-be.
-J









