Page 9 of I Wanna Text You Up

I know, I know, I do it to myself, but I can’t help it. My brain won’t let me move on until things arejust right…but then I feel like nothing is ever justright.

Hence my dating life and less than stellar track recordthere.

Ugh, nowI’mthe one rambling. You really don’t need to hear all ofthis.

The apartment is still available. I’ve had a few others email, but nothing has felt right. Not evenyou.

Wow, this whole thing just came full circle, didn’tit?

I’m stopping before I tell you my entire life story—no one wants to hearthat.

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:For what it’s worth, I’m a goodlistener.

Batman,

Brace yourself…hard-hitting question coming in 3, 2,1…

Do you think I’m roommate material? I’ve run into some…well, let’s say issues, and I sort of need to get the ball rolling on finding a cheaper place to live. I looked at apartments on my day off yesterday and every one I saw was either infested with mice, had bongs scattered about (which, hey, whatever floats your boat), or the renter greeted me in their underwear. As you can see, the conditions weren’t ideal. Your place justsoundsmuch nicer thanthese.

Do I have a shot? Or should I keeplooking?

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:Desperate

Edward,

The reason it’s taken me two days to respondis…

You sound desperate, and slightlyshady.

Half of me is like “oh man this poor dude,” but the other half—the cautious half—is saying you soundtoodesperate, and that means you’re going to turn out to be a creeper or amurderer.

To fix this, I think we need to meet…in a very public setting. Then I can decide if you’re a creeper ornot.

Thoughts? Opinions?Concerns?

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FROM:[email protected]

TO:[email protected]

SUBJECT:Deal

Batman,

I’min.

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