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  Mon 24th October 2011

My first words to her were "I like your hyphens." She described herself with neologisms made from nouns and adjectives that haven't ever gone together.

She writes the most seductively articulate emails, tapping into a shared joy in playing with English, sending sentences back to me with a different turn, a bit of mocking; "very cultured, without any of the fancy class trappings that usually implies", as George Szirtes said on his blog about someone the other day. And full of desire, on both sides.

As lovely as it is, I'm aware we're falling prey to the internet's way of making you affectively run before you can walk. I email her, trying not to break the spell.

"...but we need to meet first. This elaborate house of cards we're building could still collapse. I've probably got a clearer desk than yours. Week beginning 6th any good for you?"

"...but what a lovely house it is right now," she replies.


Comment from: [Member]

wise words. this is the part that is usually the most magic. the denouement. the falling. why rush?

Tue 25th October 2011 @ 04:38
Comment from: Homer [Visitor]

Because unless he wants to fuck her, all the adjective-noun combos are redundant? And because he’s not in this for a penpal?

Tue 25th October 2011 @ 17:14
Comment from: Daddy Papersurfer [Visitor]

Houses made of cards and there are no other types when it comes down to it, last for ages with the aid of super glue. I’m very sorry if this sounds enigmatic.

Tue 25th October 2011 @ 17:22

That’s a pretty good chat up line. “I like your hyphens” is way better than “I like your tits". Keep having fun and remember; “People who live in paper houses shouldn’t play with matches”

Wed 26th October 2011 @ 18:32
Comment from: [Member]

DF: are we already at the dénouement? Hope this is still the prelude.

Homer: That’s it. Will a desire that is so easy to express in an email be translated into a physical one? Come on… pub, walk in park (followed by pub), cinema (followed by pub), (followed by bed?), but whatever happens, we need to get out of the internet, soon.

DP: I’ve tried to work your remark out but it defeats me.

TSB: Thanks! It’s not had bad results so far.

Wed 26th October 2011 @ 19:51
Comment from: Daddy Papersurfer [Visitor]

Same here *shrugs* - I was hoping you could help.

Thu 27th October 2011 @ 18:31
Comment from: [Member]

Eeeh, if you were here now you’d get a pint for that.


Thu 27th October 2011 @ 18:40

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