Dated this day, May the . . . probably about . . . *stares at stars, counts on fingers* carry the two . . . about May the 13th, right? Dear . . . you, . . . er . . . remember me *question mark* *nervous cough* . . . um . . . *smile* I have a good excuse for why I haven't written you. You knew I got transferred, right? Well, it turns out that I really got transferred! My Good ExcuseMy new job sucks.Here's what I did at work this morning. I dressed up like a late medieval knight, got on a late medieval horse and rode down a late medieval canyon in the late medieval Alps, through the late medieval snow with the other forty-four people from our business unit Here's a Typical AfternoonI mean, OK this afternoon ---We're all descending single file and we've all got hike-brain --- we're spaced, hypnotized --- we stopped singing a loooong time ago we're hearing nothing but mule grunts the tinkle of chain mail and the rattle of mortar shell cases When the whisper comes back up the line "village" "village" "village" and everyone nervously looks up at the walls of the canyon for hick town ambushwhackers who love to rob wandering knights And Then . . .. . . we come around the cornerinto a village and the assembled villagers freeze because they are in the "middle" of "something" There Is:a) a bonfireb) the men all standing on one side, the women all standing on the other c) four rabbits tied to four stakes wearing tiny wedding gowns d) a ceremonial altar e) a naked old man in a mountain goat headdress with a shiny hatchet in his hand f) an incredibly incredibly incredibly incredibly incredibly incredibly incredibly awkward silence. Then they shot an arrow at me. Hi there"Ta-da.". . . so anyway, um . . . Hi there. I'll bet you didn't think you'd be hearing from me again. But here I am. *smile* In a mildewy wool tent In the dark On this forbidden secret laptop computer my buddy Skip got through his "connections" (we are in deep shit if anyone catches us) *LOL* In what will some day be called the Italian Alps In the year 1368 *pause* I got transferred Overseas and Overtime And we're not supposed to have e-mail. that's my excuse *smiles* It's good to see you again. Now, for the Important StuffFor the last 24 hoursall I've been thinking about is "What am I going to tell her when I get my 15 minutes on the laptop? (we all have to share this computer and everyone's dying to write home) And I've been thinking about your reaction when this shows up in your e-mail inbox . . . REACTION A: Bert who? REACTION B: Oh crap! That little fling I had is back to haunt me? REACTION C: Yipes, a stalker! or . . . perhaps . . . REACTION Z: How nice to hear from Bert . . . So I have to ask . . . ahem . . . Do you Still Like Me? I . . . um . . . really enjoyed our few days (and nights) together *blushes* *looks at the ground* and I've been thinking about you NOTE: Thinking about you in a balanced, normal, not-weird, non-stalkerish, rather-sweet kind of way *clears throat* My Hopeand I've rather been hoping*musters courage* that you are un-otherwise-romantically-involved and might want to . . . um . . . see me when I get back to the 21st century in June from my idiotic tour of duty in the past Full DisclosureJust so you know . . .I haven't met anyone special back here. Especially given that she'd be 600+ years old when I get back to 2002 . . . anyway . . Whew! There! I said all the hard stuff! Here's What the Poster On the Wall
"Transfer to the Renaissance for a Year.
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