To: prettypreppypiperATrocketmail. Com

Fr: cupcakecutievauseAThotmail. com

Subject: Re: I'm Here

January 19th – 2:13 pm

Pipes,

The hangover was nothing. Waiting for your email was the worst. I thought you completely bailed on me already. I'm really sorry about that drunk-mail or whatever you would want to call it. I'm so embarrassed and I don't know if I can even show my face to you.

How was your Delaware business trip? How did you find the free drinks? Johnny was cute, huh? Did he ask you out on a date? I'm sorry for prying. It's none of my business anyways. You don't have to answer that.

I can bring you to the tattoo parlor that I go to. That is if you want me to. So, the fish tattoo, it's like a 'beauty fish', huh? Maybe you can describe it to the artist and they can draw it for you and then you can adjust according to how you want it. I'll be there all the way and I promise to be honest if it looks good on you or not (or will I be?).

I'm sorry no one could caress your hair when you had stomachaches. My mom gave me hot tea whenever I had stomach aches. She would give me hot chocolate when I feel cold and she would bring home extra fries and leftover burgers from Friendly's after she worked. That was when I was seven. Hey, let me tell you something, I would caress your hair and you can lay down with your head on my lap even without a stomachache. And it would be for free! I promise. (Oh god! I'm bad at flirting online.)

Yes, I think we could consider this as a friendship, right? We could consider each other as friends. I want to be your friend. It's good to know that you're currently single. Johnny can hit you up with a text message and ask you out on a date. Or maybe he already asked you out. Did he ask you out? Ughhh! Shit! Sorry. Forget I said that (or asked that for that matter). I can be your wing-woman if you want to. Seriously! Just tell me when. (I'm really serious but I know that I might be sounding like a jealous teenager. Am I sounding like a jealous teenager? Oh god.)

Before I actually analyze your three wishes, I want to ask you first, are you really asking me out on a date? Me? How about Johnny? (No, I'm not jealous. Maybe a little? No, I don't have the right to be.) I can't believe it. You are asking me out on a date. Are you? You are. I'm email rambling. Sorry! I think you know what my answer to that would be, Piper.

Your first wish reminds me of one of mine where I wish to find someone who can tolerate me for the rest of my life. Someone who I can sleep with after a long day's work and someone who I can have sex with because it feels good and it feels right. Someone I can make love to while we both have the day off. Someone who can eat a King cone with me and even race me to it. Someone who can pull my hair back when I vomit because I drank too much. Someone who won't just fill the void. Someone who can be here. Just here, with me. Someone who can focus on being with me. I'm going to stop typing now before I get too sentimental and shit.

Your second wish is my wish too. I wish to see you in person too, Piper. I would do anything for it to happen and I would be glad to answer your question and grant your third wish at the same time. So… Yes, Piper, I would go out with you this Friday. I only have five meetings (not kidding) to cancel but I don't really care. I'd tell my secretary to move everything just to see you, Pipes. So again, YES. (I'm glad we're exchanging emails or else you will see the redness that is currently taking over my pale face.—I don't really say that to anyone. I just feel comfortable telling you.)

I can't wait to put a face to the Piper that I've known. The Piper that I came to imagine and picture in my mind that loves these cupcakes and loves to eat Shake Shack. The Piper who makes soap for a living. Just thinking about it makes me smile. I know this is sappy but I'm just telling you the truth. I always think, "Will she like me when she sees me?" "Is her hair just like how I imagined it to be?", "Will her hand fit in mine perfectly?". I guess there is only one way to find out, right? Maybe I'll find out this Friday.

Before I forget to ask you my question for this email, which, if I'm being totally honest, I can't think of right now, I want to tell you how excited I am for Friday. I'm excited to see you and talk to you and just be with you and chill out, you know? I don't really know what to expect but I don't really care as long as you're there. And since we are going out on a date, I want to ask you this: what is a deal breaker for you on a first date? I need to make sure not to do them. Just kidding! I want to be myself during our date and I hope you'd still like me after that.

I don't know why but I really feel drawn to you and even though our first date haven't even started yet, I feel that we would do it all over again. Do you feel that way too? Or am I talking too soon? I don't know. I just feel that way. I just need to warn you, I might not be the same person you think I am when you meet me in person. I mean, I am who I am in these emails and I put my heart out in it but, people say I tend to keep my walls up when they meet me in person and I would like to apologize for that in advance if ever I do so. Turn off? Now's your chance to cancel the date. (Please don't)

I'm glad that something happened to your phone. I mean I'm not happy that it is actually broken or something but what I mean is that I was about to give up three days ago. I was waiting for your text message but when I didn't get it I was worried. Worried that I might have turned you off somehow or that I might have given you the wrong impression. Having said those, I'm still going to ask you anyway, what the hell happened to your phone, Pipes? Maybe we aren't just meant to be texting now, but I don't care because we are going to finally see each other on Friday.

So, now, I can get all that weight out of my chest and celebrate with a six pack or a glass of chardonnay. I don't know why I am a nervous wreck, but I want to assure you that I am not usually like this. I can't express how excited I am as much as I am nervous in meeting you. Just please don't expect too much form me. I don't want to disappoint you.

For now, I'll be your email baby, baby. (You can't deny the fact that you called me 'babe' so I get to call you that too.) Too soon? I don't really care now (but i'm pretty sure i will regret typing that later). I'm in bliss.

I can't wait to see you, Pipes. (I know I'm being redundant, and I can't help it.)

I'm looking forward to seeing you and you have no idea,

Alex

Xx

PS. Text me when you get your phone fixed?