Dear Cori,
Was it as awkward for you today as it was for me? Last April we got together more than two dozen times. This April, just once. And I’ve got to be honest, it was barely worth getting together at all. I mean, last year we were averaging almost every day, and every time it was something special. Today, I barely got enough out of it to even remember it in my journal at day’s end.
Any more, you just seem to take more than you give. You come across all desperate, sending me notes every few hours, every day of the week, literally begging me. But when it’s time to seal the deal, you’re barely there. In the end it just felt like pressing the right buttons and uttering a few phrases, and then, you know, “submit,” and we’re done.
The old magic is gone, Cori. Please stop begging. You’re only embarrassing yourself. I’ll check you out from time to time if I think about it, but I don’t think about it much with you anymore.
Indifferently,
elcarev68
P.S. Please let our old friends at Findlay know that their contractual year of post-termination banishment from starting or joining another MSC is almost up. Maybe they could spice things up again soon.