A/N: PLEASE don't steel my domain names (the whatever.net things) because
it took forever to find sites that didn't really exist. God, do you know
how many trys I had to do before finding a non-existent site for penpals??
Virtual Heartache... Or Is It?
Ding!
Phoebe Halliwell clicked her 'inbox' button at the top of the screen. When it finally clicked open, she saw three new messages; on from her dad, which she answered immediatly, a forward from her friend, and an advertisment for a new penpal site. She clicked on the paperclip just to see if the site would be any good. She noticed that it had been visited a lot from the number of penpal entries on the site; 657.
She filled out a small form of people she would like to see profiles for. Gender: Either. Country: USA. Age: Between 25 and 35. Height: At least 5' 10". She heard a few clicking sounds and then a couple pages filled with people that met her requirements appeared on her screen. The first name on her list was Ellen Holmes, and Phoebe realized that she didn't want a girl penpal. She clicked the back button and changed the gender to male. Her new responses came up and she skimmed those ones.
About half way through the second page, she stopped at the screename Cole101. She skimmed his profile and found a few interesting points; then she went back and actually read the entry again. She clicked on his e-mail: Cole114@daw.net. She started click-clacking away on her keyboard, telling the guy things about herself and how she would like to get to know him so she could have a guy penpal. Her note read:
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: Hi! It's your new penpal!!!!
Dear Cole101,
Hi! In case you didn't pick up on the topic from the subject line, I am writing this in response to your entry and http://www.epalslovers.net/ . I read the few things that you put about yourself and I thought that you would be interesting to have as my guy penpal. It's soooo over-rated to have a penpal of the same gender and I just wanted to try something different.
I noticed that you live in the San Fransico area. So do I! I have lived here for three years with my sisters, Piper and Prue. I am 27 and currently a student at the local colloge. I never went to colloge after I graduated from High School so I decided to go back when I got back from New York. I actually like it here, depite my oldest sisters complaining. (Prue) What do you do?
I just skimmed the site because it had been sent to my email account. Why were you there? I have a hard time believing that any 31 year old man has to visit penpal sites. Are you some sort of freak? Lol... Perhaps you are visiting because your marriage is falling apart and you need someone who doesn't actually know you to talk to. Damn pride..... sux. Seriously though, what is your relationship status? I am single and enjoying it. I'm not ready to settle down and set a permnat life for myself. Scares me half to death just thinking about it....
I'm not sure if I should tell you more. I'm not even sure if you want to be my e-pal. Hopefully you will, but if you don't.... Then your loss!
Luv Always,
Phoebe1329
Phoebe sent the mail and then shut down her laptop. Her sister walked in as she stashed it away in the desk drawer.
"Hey, Pheebs."
Phoebe turned around to see Piper leaning against the doorway. She smiled sweetly and innocently and joined her side.
"Hey. Can I help you?"
"Funny.... I'm just going to P3. Want to come?"
"Actually, I was going to stay in tonight. I have a major test tomorrow and I need to study."
"Then why were you surfing the internet?"
"I wasn't!", Phoebe defended herself. "I was checking my mail! Something you don't ever do...."
"Mhmm..." Piper rolled her eyes. "Well, I got to get going. If you see Leo, please tell him to stop by. I would like to see him sometime tonight. I think I need to apologize for the way I treated him last week when we came back from up there. Which I still can't seem to figure out what you did with my club."
"Hey! If Prue had stopped working, this house would have been gone by the time you got back. Would you prefer that instead of having your club in perfect condition?"
Piper threw her hands in the air in frustration and left the room. She shouted that she would be back late and would see her later. Phoebe smiled at her victory and opened up her text book to set the illusion of studying for the next half hour. Then it was hours of alone time for her.
~*~*~*~
Phoebe had fallen asleep reading her text book. She woke up late the next morning; papers and books spread out all over her bed. She felt some sores where her books had dug into her skin, but amazingly she felt no major pain. She glanced at her clock, knowing that she had a little time to check her mail before class. She logged on in a matter of seconds and was surprised to see a message in her inbox from Cole114. She clicked on the blue font and began reading.
To: Phoebe1329@two2.net
From: Cole114@daw.net
Subject: Didn't post there....
Dear Phoebe1329,
I'm afraid you are mistaken. I didn't post anything at a penpal site. I'm sure it was somebody from work playing a trick on me, hoping to match me up with someone. Maybe even get me a friend. I'm perfectly fine with who I am and how I live..... Remind me to thank them.
I'm sorry you've wasted your time to email me, looking for a friend. But in answer to your questions, I am an A.D.A, I am single (Therefore I don't need a friend to complain to about a divorce), and believe it or not I'm not a freak. Stranger from the internet suggests that I am a freak, suggesting that she herself is a freak.
Again, sorry. But I am not the kind stranger you were hoping to be your friend.
Sincerely,
Cole114
Phoebe finished reading the letter, a little shocked and a little stung. She set to work on her response right away.
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: Twisted stranger suggests that I am the freak....
Dear Cole114,
I may have been mistaken, but what I don't understand is why your co- workers would play a trick like that on you. It seems just a little childish, and believe me when I say that I know about being childish. Don't forget to thank them as you are changing the password on your computer. And let me remind you to not tell anyone that information if you don't want another inncedent like this to happen. And aside from that, maybe it would do you good to have a friend. But it is not my place to say something.
And just so you know, I'm not a freak. If I was the one suggesting you to be a freak and you in turn suggested me to be the freak for suggesting you to be the freak, wouldn't that make you a freak for suggesting that I was a freak for suggesting that you were a freak? And what worries the most in your letter is that you said you were not the kind stranger I was hoping for. First things first, who said I was hoping for a kind stranger? And then even if I was, what makes you a non-kind stranger? Or perhaps you meant that we already knew each other, but I highly doubt that that was the point of your comment.
Looking forward to your witty comeback,
Phoebe1329
She smiled at her response and hit the 'Send' button. She left the computer with a small feeling of happiness from her email and a small dose of victory thrown in somehow. She seemed to be five again and couldn't wait for the man's response.
Virtual Heartache... Or Is It?
Ding!
Phoebe Halliwell clicked her 'inbox' button at the top of the screen. When it finally clicked open, she saw three new messages; on from her dad, which she answered immediatly, a forward from her friend, and an advertisment for a new penpal site. She clicked on the paperclip just to see if the site would be any good. She noticed that it had been visited a lot from the number of penpal entries on the site; 657.
She filled out a small form of people she would like to see profiles for. Gender: Either. Country: USA. Age: Between 25 and 35. Height: At least 5' 10". She heard a few clicking sounds and then a couple pages filled with people that met her requirements appeared on her screen. The first name on her list was Ellen Holmes, and Phoebe realized that she didn't want a girl penpal. She clicked the back button and changed the gender to male. Her new responses came up and she skimmed those ones.
About half way through the second page, she stopped at the screename Cole101. She skimmed his profile and found a few interesting points; then she went back and actually read the entry again. She clicked on his e-mail: Cole114@daw.net. She started click-clacking away on her keyboard, telling the guy things about herself and how she would like to get to know him so she could have a guy penpal. Her note read:
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: Hi! It's your new penpal!!!!
Dear Cole101,
Hi! In case you didn't pick up on the topic from the subject line, I am writing this in response to your entry and http://www.epalslovers.net/ . I read the few things that you put about yourself and I thought that you would be interesting to have as my guy penpal. It's soooo over-rated to have a penpal of the same gender and I just wanted to try something different.
I noticed that you live in the San Fransico area. So do I! I have lived here for three years with my sisters, Piper and Prue. I am 27 and currently a student at the local colloge. I never went to colloge after I graduated from High School so I decided to go back when I got back from New York. I actually like it here, depite my oldest sisters complaining. (Prue) What do you do?
I just skimmed the site because it had been sent to my email account. Why were you there? I have a hard time believing that any 31 year old man has to visit penpal sites. Are you some sort of freak? Lol... Perhaps you are visiting because your marriage is falling apart and you need someone who doesn't actually know you to talk to. Damn pride..... sux. Seriously though, what is your relationship status? I am single and enjoying it. I'm not ready to settle down and set a permnat life for myself. Scares me half to death just thinking about it....
I'm not sure if I should tell you more. I'm not even sure if you want to be my e-pal. Hopefully you will, but if you don't.... Then your loss!
Luv Always,
Phoebe1329
Phoebe sent the mail and then shut down her laptop. Her sister walked in as she stashed it away in the desk drawer.
"Hey, Pheebs."
Phoebe turned around to see Piper leaning against the doorway. She smiled sweetly and innocently and joined her side.
"Hey. Can I help you?"
"Funny.... I'm just going to P3. Want to come?"
"Actually, I was going to stay in tonight. I have a major test tomorrow and I need to study."
"Then why were you surfing the internet?"
"I wasn't!", Phoebe defended herself. "I was checking my mail! Something you don't ever do...."
"Mhmm..." Piper rolled her eyes. "Well, I got to get going. If you see Leo, please tell him to stop by. I would like to see him sometime tonight. I think I need to apologize for the way I treated him last week when we came back from up there. Which I still can't seem to figure out what you did with my club."
"Hey! If Prue had stopped working, this house would have been gone by the time you got back. Would you prefer that instead of having your club in perfect condition?"
Piper threw her hands in the air in frustration and left the room. She shouted that she would be back late and would see her later. Phoebe smiled at her victory and opened up her text book to set the illusion of studying for the next half hour. Then it was hours of alone time for her.
~*~*~*~
Phoebe had fallen asleep reading her text book. She woke up late the next morning; papers and books spread out all over her bed. She felt some sores where her books had dug into her skin, but amazingly she felt no major pain. She glanced at her clock, knowing that she had a little time to check her mail before class. She logged on in a matter of seconds and was surprised to see a message in her inbox from Cole114. She clicked on the blue font and began reading.
To: Phoebe1329@two2.net
From: Cole114@daw.net
Subject: Didn't post there....
Dear Phoebe1329,
I'm afraid you are mistaken. I didn't post anything at a penpal site. I'm sure it was somebody from work playing a trick on me, hoping to match me up with someone. Maybe even get me a friend. I'm perfectly fine with who I am and how I live..... Remind me to thank them.
I'm sorry you've wasted your time to email me, looking for a friend. But in answer to your questions, I am an A.D.A, I am single (Therefore I don't need a friend to complain to about a divorce), and believe it or not I'm not a freak. Stranger from the internet suggests that I am a freak, suggesting that she herself is a freak.
Again, sorry. But I am not the kind stranger you were hoping to be your friend.
Sincerely,
Cole114
Phoebe finished reading the letter, a little shocked and a little stung. She set to work on her response right away.
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: Twisted stranger suggests that I am the freak....
Dear Cole114,
I may have been mistaken, but what I don't understand is why your co- workers would play a trick like that on you. It seems just a little childish, and believe me when I say that I know about being childish. Don't forget to thank them as you are changing the password on your computer. And let me remind you to not tell anyone that information if you don't want another inncedent like this to happen. And aside from that, maybe it would do you good to have a friend. But it is not my place to say something.
And just so you know, I'm not a freak. If I was the one suggesting you to be a freak and you in turn suggested me to be the freak for suggesting you to be the freak, wouldn't that make you a freak for suggesting that I was a freak for suggesting that you were a freak? And what worries the most in your letter is that you said you were not the kind stranger I was hoping for. First things first, who said I was hoping for a kind stranger? And then even if I was, what makes you a non-kind stranger? Or perhaps you meant that we already knew each other, but I highly doubt that that was the point of your comment.
Looking forward to your witty comeback,
Phoebe1329
She smiled at her response and hit the 'Send' button. She left the computer with a small feeling of happiness from her email and a small dose of victory thrown in somehow. She seemed to be five again and couldn't wait for the man's response.