Next chapter! I'm back! Sorry I didn't update sooner but school and shiz.
I can do Sunday at Six o' clock. I'll be sitting at a table in the back at the cafe Speedy's, the scene of our last
failed meeting. Try your best to identify me. Do you remember how you described those three Johns? John
number one had short blond hair, which has grown quite a bit since then of course, he is tall, calm and easy to
be around. John number two had brown hair, was a real tough looking guy, and had a scar. The last John was
short, blond and your impression of him was that he was shy but caring.
Yours Johns 1,2, or 3
Dear John, by providing some more insight, you have finally admitted that you are John number one, which I
guessed all along. As for me, I hope you aren't going to be disappointed, I don't look exciting and I have a
cold.
It's far too late to make up excuses, Sherlock. I'll see you soon. Oh! And welcome to the world of real life encounters.
Subject: The morning after
Dear John, was it so awful?
Why do you ask? You were there. You sat opposite your illusion of perfection for nearly an hour and a half. And smiled at him for at least seventy-two minutes. There was a bit of awkwardness along the way, but it wasn't awful at all. I hope your cold is better today. Remember: drink some tea to sooth your throat. Have a nice day.
John
Dear John, All day today, I've been deleting drafts of E-mails in which I describe what our meeting felt like to me. No matter what I write, it sounds cliché. Let me try it another way: I'll try to describe what you thought when we met alas. I would say you were sitting with a stranger, who claimed to be Sherlock Holmes but didn't offer any prove. You didn't find this stranger disagreeable, he didn't have bad breath nor did he have a slight eye twitch. He was somewhat easy to be with and had a sore throat. But nothing about him made you feel like you were sitting across from the Sherlock you've come to know. And he made three people cry and that's not your Sherlock. None of your expectations were fulfilled, John. Am I right?
Okay, Sherlock. How about I tell you how you felt when we met? Here it goes: Dumb-founded. Although you wouldn't let it show, you barely let it pass that you were sitting across your fantasy and how different he looked than how you had imagined him. What a let-down that is! To be with the least interesting John, the shy, short blond, John number three. As for my impression of you, I felt you weren't really there. You hid yourself from me. Our meeting in eight words: I was timid and you were closed up. Was it a disappointment? If I'm honest, yes. Our long correspondence had a little more life in it.
John
PS. Nice coat by the way, a black long coat suits you.
John, can I ask you a personal question? Are you and Mary still together?
Of course. Why do you ask?
You know, just a personal interest.
Ah, I see. Can I ask you something personal, too? You said in the cafe you were going to Boston for a few days, Is Greg going with you?
He's already there.
Oh! Well, happy landings!
Goodnight, John.
Here it is! I'll try to upload a new chapter later or I'll post it in the morning. I have lots to do so don't expect much. As always, I hope you enjoy it!