I never thought I’d hear from you again after I jumped you in the library eight years ago. I didn’t even know your last name. How did you find me on Facebook with a name as common as “Juliet?”
Really looking forward to getting to know you at Burning Man this year, if I don’t end up sleeping in the air conditioned rental car, with the doors locked (to keep out the hippies).
I can’t wait to hear you talk to me dirty in one of the eight dead languages that you speak. Oh my God Charlie Darwin how could you have evolved such a beautiful mind.