Dearest GeekMan,
I don’t know how to talk to you anymore, it feels like we haven’t really communicated in a long, long time, so I’m writing you this letter in the hopes of getting through to you so we can give us another chance. I know we haven’t seen eye to eye lately, but I don’t want what we’ve had through the years to come to an end without at least trying to work things out between us. I miss you so much it hurts.
Don’t you love me anymore?
When we were together things seemed so good. Now that we’re apart, why does everything feel so bad? I was your comfort zone, your best friend and your moral support all rolled into one tasty, cream-filled, edible, golden phallic symbol. Without me, lunch back in the fourth grade was a disaster. You used to hold me and tell me how much you loved me, and you never cared who knew. You used to savor being with me, spending time with me, and when I wasn’t there you missed me with every fiber of your being until the moment we were together again.
Where has the love gone?
I miss you terribly GeekMan, and every moment we’re apart I feel like I’m expiring. I know that you’re trying to find something to replace that empty feeling deep inside you, that vacant space that I used to fill. But we both know that while they may treat you better, be healthier for you or impress your friends, those others will never be as good to you as I was. Give me another chance to make you feel good and I promise you won’t regret it.
Not like last time.
Give me just one more chance and I swear things will be different. I won’t call out to you before breakfast or try to tempt you after a workout ever again. And I swear, I’ll never again wake you up in the middle of the night and make you sit on the toilet for hours and hours calling out to the gods above to strike you down and end the pain. Please GeekMan, I miss you so much and I know, somewhere deep inside, you miss me too. Just give me this one chance to make it all up to you and I promise you won’t regret it.
Yours, now and forevermore,
Twinkie The Kid
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Um-hum, it’s official: I’m a geek… UNIX, Python, and Perl are my best friends…HTML is my native language… I won’t forget Incognito, (hehe) gotta stay off those system radars… ;)
No one knows about my secret addiction to the world of Macs and code…. (well now they do) I just feel like the minority… how many other girls can do (or even understand) what I accomplish? I have yet to meet one… my only understanding friend is a guy named *JoJo (name changed to protect his identity)
If anyone out there sympathizes with me, if anyone can understand where I’m coming from, chat me up sometime… I will not tell you how to contact me, I will leave that to your smart intuitive mind to figure out from my info ^_^
Long Long and Prosper,
Per