Well, I was going to blog about how someone should remind me not to read my ex-boyfriend\’s old e-mails from 1998 (we weren\’t together yet) again. But then I came across this by someone who called himself Anthony James Wu who said that I was touchy and sensitive (note he was double my age then) and who thought that 22/7 was pi:

> I am starting to think that you are pretty…and that maybe you had a bad
> experience with another penpal….you sent him your picture and he fell
> in love with you and wouldn\’t leave you alone. Then you had to call the
> police…and now you bear the guilt of having to put someone away. I
> think with me, you don\’t want to send a picture because you are falling
> in love with me and you are afraid I won\’t reciprocate.
It is after years of online experience. You know how people were like
after World War II? They were outrightly cynical and sarcastic. I am
trying to live up to that standard. Falling in love? Ha! Far from that! I think of you as a wheel. When I push you, you roll. When I brake (with eraser pads of course), you get white smears. When I throw you, you bounce because you\’re made of rubber. I could go on and on.

It makes me laugh at how cynical I was at responding to his e-mail. He thought I was too confusing and too \”mature\” for my age. What happened to all my dry humor? Ah….UC Berkeley, of course. :p