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I just think about this a lot
Aug. 4th, 2018 07:05 pmSo once, when I was in college, I got an email from a sort-of-friend, a guy I was on good terms with, socially, but who was much more popular, and I am sure was a lot more well-liked than I was, in his general good-natured attitude and sense of humor.
And the email said, more or less in its entirety, something like "see, she writes just like she talks."
As he explained later, I think also via email - I no longer remember for sure, but I like to think I would have said something more if it had been in person - he'd accidentally replied to me, when what he'd intended to do was forward the message to a friend from home.
It had to have been about some House business - either the year he was President and I was the RA for the hall we both lived in, or the year I was Treasurer and he was on Ath Team. I wasn't in the habit of sending chatty emails to friends, then or now.
And I think it might have been meant as a sort of compliment? If we had talked about "authenticity" then, this would have been a place for it. At worst, it was merely an accurate description and a mild complaint, which I'm also fine with. I don't remember the content of the email now, but I remember that I scanned back through what I'd written and thought, "yup. I do."
But I'm curious, and I've never asked. Either he doesn't remember, and wouldn't be able to tell me one way or the other, or it was the sort of mortifying minor mistake that you hope, when you make it, is only mortifying to you and that the other party immediately forgets.
It's been a weird summer. Vague plans for a first date in limbo for *checks calendar* three months now. Mild injury, unexpected travel, figuring out how best to support other people through their loss (a pet, a job, a parent, all suddenly and unexpected).
I thought I was going to spend the summer jogging and checking twitter for our most recent national tire fire. Only one of those has happened, and it's not the one good for my health.
And the email said, more or less in its entirety, something like "see, she writes just like she talks."
As he explained later, I think also via email - I no longer remember for sure, but I like to think I would have said something more if it had been in person - he'd accidentally replied to me, when what he'd intended to do was forward the message to a friend from home.
It had to have been about some House business - either the year he was President and I was the RA for the hall we both lived in, or the year I was Treasurer and he was on Ath Team. I wasn't in the habit of sending chatty emails to friends, then or now.
And I think it might have been meant as a sort of compliment? If we had talked about "authenticity" then, this would have been a place for it. At worst, it was merely an accurate description and a mild complaint, which I'm also fine with. I don't remember the content of the email now, but I remember that I scanned back through what I'd written and thought, "yup. I do."
But I'm curious, and I've never asked. Either he doesn't remember, and wouldn't be able to tell me one way or the other, or it was the sort of mortifying minor mistake that you hope, when you make it, is only mortifying to you and that the other party immediately forgets.
It's been a weird summer. Vague plans for a first date in limbo for *checks calendar* three months now. Mild injury, unexpected travel, figuring out how best to support other people through their loss (a pet, a job, a parent, all suddenly and unexpected).
I thought I was going to spend the summer jogging and checking twitter for our most recent national tire fire. Only one of those has happened, and it's not the one good for my health.
