From another forum:
-Apparently going around NY at the moment. 1st is a girl's apology email for cheating on some bloke. 2nd is his reply which was bcc'd to his entire
address book. He makes some excellent points.
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Brad,
It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel
like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly
truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the
whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever
want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all or anything that
happened, so I won't even try other than to say all of us had WAY too much
to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you being pissed at me, I
absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged
between us, what I can't handle is thinking that you see me as a different
person. It is weird, I feel like I just went through a horrible break up or
something. The world looked funny yesterday, I couldn't crack a smile if
you paid me, there are songs I can't listen to, and I just feel beyond
crushed. I don't know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am
hoping that you didn't. I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am
also hoping that this is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds
totally crazy and stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role
in my life, I can't imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and
weird to say that, and you could say that my behaviour didn't reflect that,
and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate
feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because I am
not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what happened,
but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just about the worst
thing I could have ever imagined. It was right up there with one of the
ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in the world to rewind
and fix it.
I am not sure if you will respond to this, part of me thinks that you
won't. If not today, then maybe some other time. Also, thanks for getting
my stuff together, although I think my sunglasses are still at your house,
if you could keep your eyes peeled for them that would be great. I can't
even focus or work today, I can't eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly
break up, and I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are
not done with me. Please don't cut me off, I really don't think I can
handle that.
I am so sorry.
Elizabeth
RESPONSE:
Dear Elizabeth,
Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to file it away under "L" for
"Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn't care less about".
You did a stupid thing huh? No...doing long division and forgetting to
carry the one is "a stupid thing"; Mixing in a red sock with a load of
whites is "a stupid thing"; Blowing some guy in a bathroom for 45minutes
while I sit at the bar wondering if you're taking so long because you ate
too much bran that morning isn't as much a "Stupid thing" as it is grounds
for permanent removal from my social calendar.
To be honest, I'm not sure if it was more amusing that you went and
degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but twice in a 2 hour span,
or that you seemed to think that by saying "Well, I didn't F**k him"
somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me if I couldn't care less if
the world "looked funny" to you yesterday. Since your world revolves around
blow dryers, golden retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans, I'm sure it
must have been most unsettling to actually have to consider someone else's
feelings for 24 hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends
don't think you're a terrible person, they just think you're the average
run of the mill cu m-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect as
your average child p0rn collector. I could be wrong but, it's pretty hard
to respect some B&T chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even
though she's seeing someone else in New jersey and winds up tongue-bathing
the taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning commentary on Colin
Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up with for a hand job in the men's
room. The good thing about being a guy is that when I eventually bump into
the young lad who finger-blasted you on top of a towel dispenser last
saturday, we'll have a shot and laugh our heads off about the time it
happened.
By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spend in spin class you
really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do.
Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like watching
sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.
PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.
Talk to you never,
Brad


