After our meeting at the Wandering Goat on April 18, I got this e-mail from Belle Burch, my beloved stalker: “On Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:34 PM, Belle Burch wrote:
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.
Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?
Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon. ”
If you must know, dear reader, I have proposed marriage to Belle Burch in the last twenty-four hours, because I was correct, this is the person I deserve to spend the rest of my life with (beginning in 1965) because we had so much fun together in the two hours we went on a cultural journey in Bohemiaville. Belle has a highly developed sense of humor and can grasp irony with the best of them. We took turns naming things in the world we love, and gave each other a half dozen high-fives! I love looking at Belle. She has the most beautiful hands I have ever seen. She can make a living as a hand model. When she made the motion of a woman holding a invisible rose, I creamed my artistic pants. Belle gave one artistic orgasm after another. There was no end to her good questions that…
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