An email discussion

Her words are blue, mine are red. Names and minor details changed to protect the innocent, and guilty.








From: [mailto:Someone@gmail.com]
Sent: Friday, March 28, 2008 12:16 AM
To: TJ Couch;and the "friend"
Subject: My friend Leloo



TJ - this requires no work from you...just need you to bear witness.



My friend Leloo...we have had trying times....but tonight she was truly a friend.



Some guy we were bullshitting with asked her..."Should I just go home" Basically meaning - did he have a shot with me.



And my friend...knowing me as well as she does...told him..."Yeh...move on out".



I just wanted you, TJ, to be a witness to my e-mail on what a good friend I have. Sure, I'm still a bit tipsy, but I just wanted to let her know I appreciate her.



I always tell the story of a time a million years ago when we were out at a club and some guy was standing behind her and just licking his chops waiting to talk to her. I saw this and I told her, "Hey, we got to go, and I tried to grab her hand to bring her with me in the diection I was headed...and she was like, "NO!" and she pulled away from me...and I said, "OK!" with a smirk, and I headed off to leave her in his clutches...she later caught up with me and read me the riot act...and from then on, she has trusted my instincts...that when I tell her it's time to move...we move...no questions asked!


[TJ Couch ] Likewise, although this is incredibly improbable now that we are all “grown up,” should we ever be at a party and I say, “You know I think I am just going to go sit in the Jeep an smoke a cigar.” You would do well to be in the passenger seat. I have the uncanny sense of knowing when the cops are about to show up or a weapon is going to be pulled. How ironic that I have 4 close friends that are NOW cops and I carry a weapon. But, yes, I understand the intuition and instinct thing. I am relieved you have chosen to use you powers for good.



Tonight was just years of knowing each other and our likes and dislikes...she didn't even have to ask me if I was interested in this guy...she just knew by the way I interacted with him that it wasn't gonna happen....LOL. Fun guy, but not my type...I know TJ...you're questioning if I really have a type....



LOL...Hey, just appreciate that the two guys I was chatting up tonight were bald like you! LOL..



[TJ Couch ] You know . . . . . .



Oh...by the way...I have to let you know how I threw you under the bus....Gertrude (swear to god) asked me how my man was. I told her that you're just a friend and I said, "You can go for him" ha ha ha ha ha....that would be less funny if it wasn't true, but it is...sorry!


[TJ Couch ] I ….am….so….pissed…off….right…now….!

Than that opened it up for two guys at the table to inform me that they too were single...lol.

[TJ Couch ] Good. I am thrilled the under the auspices of my impending awkwardness, nay, even skin-crawliness in the presence of “she-who-can-not-be-de-greased” shall not be for naught.


Good night of poker...sorry you couldn't come out. My friend Leloo did really well... :-)


[TJ Couch ] I forgot to mention that last week the The Gertrude came up to me and smugly told me that she had taken “my girl” out at the poker table.

I am not sure how I responded, but I am sure the awkwardness existed and was exhibited on several levels with the type of temporal simultaneity that you usually only see in quantum physics theorems.