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Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2000 05:39:00 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Fwd: Her Story vs. His Story
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fitting story
---------------------- Forwarded by Eric Bass/HOU/ECT on 06/27/2000 12:39 PM 
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Brian Hoskins
06/27/2000 08:46 AM
To: Barry Steinhart/Corp/Enron@Enron, Roberto 
Martinez/ENRON_DEVELOPMENT@ENRON_DEVELOPMENT, Hector Campos/HOU/ECT@ECT, Eric 
Bass/HOU/ECT@ECT, Dick Jenkins/HOU/ECT@ECT, Luis 
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Subject: Fwd: Her Story vs. His Story



> > > > > > << > HER STORY:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > He was in an odd mood when I got to the
>bar to meet him, I thought it might have been because I was a bit late.
>He didn't say anything much about it. He seemed silent, distracted and
>his only eye contact seemed judgmental.  I decided maybe I should never
>wear that dress again.  Well, maybe it was the color.  Maybe I should
>never wear this color again either.
> > > > > > > The conversation was so slow going so I thought maybe we
>should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately.
>He didn't really seem to agree, but we went off to this quiet, little
>restaurant and he's STILL acting a bit funny and I'm trying to cheer him
>up, be witty and tell cute stories, but I start to wonder whether it's
>me or something else.
> > > > > > > He doesn't smile much, so I ask him, but he says no. But you
>know I'm not really sure. I wonder and then I think about the 5 pounds
>I gained this past month. I bet he thinks I'm a fat hog now. Anyway, in
>the cab back to his house, I say that I love him and he just puts his
>arm around me, but doesn't squeeze. I don't know what the hell this all
>means or what I should think because you know he doesn't say it back or
>do anything.
>We finally get back to his place and I'm wondering if he's going to dump
>me. So I try to ask him about it but he just switches on the TV.
>Reluctantly, I say I'm going to go to sleep. Then, after about 10
>minutes or so, he joins me and we have sex. But, he still seems really,
>really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to leave. I roll over and
>sniffle a little real quietly. He snores. I dunno, I just don't know,
>what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you think he's met someone else?
>
>
> > > > > > > HIS STORY:
>
>Shitty day at work. Tired. Got laid though.