Hey, sometimes it's the little things. It's nice, because exes who I don't speak to and friends who I am no longer friends with but are still on my friends page for whatever reason can see that I'm in a relationship (if only there was an "In a HAPPY relationship" category). It's even nicer, because illiterate weirdos have been emailing me less frequently.
The only person who I ever met through MySpace was Arty Adam. After a lot of instant messages, a few dates, and numerous hours playing video games, things between us fizzled.
This morning, I checked my email and saw that I had a message from him on MySpace. The first thing I thought of, of course, was that he found my blog and wrote to tell me off (it's going to be a while before I stop being paranoid about that).
This was the note waiting for me:
Body: I hope things are well with you. You deserve it.
The time stamp was something like 3:30am, so I'm guessing there might have been alcohol involved in that email. I used to have a serious drunken texting problem, so I could imagine drunken MySpacing could be an increasing phenomenon.
Should I bother responding? Arty Adam was always nice to me (if a little passive), but anything I could reply would probably sound trite and hollow. So instead, I'll write my reply here:
Dear Arty Adam,
Funny you should write, because I have been reliving some of our dates while putting together the sample chapter I am writing for my agent. Oh yeah, I'm working on a book proposal that has to do with my blog and, by extension, my love life. Which means you will be mentioned in the book when it comes out. I hope you don't mind.
I would say that it's a shame things didn't work out between us, but that isn't true. I met a wonderful man, who I am in love with, so I wouldn't want things to be working out any other way. I wish you all the best and am sure you'll find someone special, too. I had fun with the video games and light bondage and hope you find someone to enjoy both with again. Because a good pair of handcuffs is a terrible thing to waste.