2/16/2015

Love Shirts

Story Sent in by Neal:

When I was way younger I met Carmen online and took her out on a date. I didn't feel a spark and so I tried to let her down gently.

She wrote back panicked. "No way. I am NOT gonna lose you. Just tell me what you want me to be and I'll be it."

I replied, "I don't want you to be anything aside from yourself. I just think we'd be better off as friends."

She wrote back, "That's not an answer. What about me wasn't good enough?"

I responded, "Nothing. Good luck out there." I intended for that to be my final word on the matter.

She wrote back, "Good luck? GOOD LUCK???" and that was it.

A few days later, she emailed me a message with a full-body photo of herself attached. In it, she wore nothing but a smile and a long black t-shirt with one of my profile photos screen-printed on it. The message read, "I had five printed up for each day of the week. Bulk discount. ;) "

I filtered her messages to be auto-deleted from then on. Still, that wouldn't change the fact that somewhere out there, on any given day, a girl is wearing a t-shirt with my photo on it.

4 comments:

  1. I love this story! Just think what else she could have put your photo on!

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  2. Online dating. It does that to self-confidence.

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  3. Come on, OP, you've got to give it up for those discount T-shirts.

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