Message-ID: <25141826.1075841877458.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 01:43:00 -0800 (PST) From: annas@cobs.edu To: kate.symes@enron.com Subject: RE: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Anna Symes X-To: "'Kate.Symes@enron.com'" X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \kate symes 6-27-02\Notes Folders\Rainy day X-Origin: SYMES-K X-FileName: kate symes 6-27-02.nsf See, I knew it! You always assume the worst when really the reasoning was kind of flattering - he thinks so highly of you that he doesn't want you to see him upset. I think that's a valid excuse, I'm totally the same way. The other night I bagged on Nathan's dinner party, which I really wanted to go to, because I was afraid I would start slurring my speech before my first cocktail. You know what that's like, to be working so hard that you don't feel like yourself. Anyway, I'm glad it all worked out! Michelle and I went out with Monica, John, Amber, Marky and John's brother Mark on Saturday night. It was so insane. First of all, I was already exhausted and therefore drunk before we even left the first bar, regardless of my 8am shift at Starbucks the next morning. Then when we went to Nathan's bar, Amber and Marky SKIPPED ahead, knocking the odd garbage can over along the way. So they got to the bar before me, and they found Nathan because Monica told them he looked just like Chandler Bing, and Amber was like "Are you Anna's boyfriend?". Thanks. He was really cool about it though, even though I think it caught him off guard. I had to explain to him that I NEVER used the word boyfriend, but he said he was flattered so it was cool. We were such an odd group: Amber and Marky were dancing with no equilibrium, Monica's boyfriend and brother sat in the corner and remained mute, Michelle was telling Monica how she should really meet her bipolar cousin. I was sure after that night that I would never see Nathan again, but yesterday he took me to THE CUTEST little french restaurant, and we had wine and two courses and dessert. It was so great! And some of his friends came and had a cocktail with us afterwards and he had his arm around me the whole time. He is SO GREAT!!!! I don't know how accurate of a description I am giving you, but I have never been so happy with a boy before. He is funny and cute and he loves wine and food. Anyway, that's my deal. Oh, and Dad and Laura are not going to be here until tomorrow, but he called from the Grand Canyon (I'm so jealous) and said my car is a "beautiful" champagne colored Corolla. I'm a little worried, but he said it's like new so I'm sure it'll be great. I think that on your next payday, you should put a bid on priceline.com for a ticket here. We would have so much fun! Or you could even go through mom's travel agent and buy your ticket really far in advance - she said it was only about $200 if you do it that way. Of course, the later you come, the sunnier it will be. Anyway, I REALLY want you to visit! And Monica does, too. Okay, keep me updated on the Dave situation - he sounds like boyfriend material. You should call me soon! (303) 777-7132, in case you lost it. Love, Anna -----Original Message----- From: Kate.Symes@enron.com [mailto:Kate.Symes@enron.com] Sent: Friday, March 23, 2001 6:10 PM To: annas@cobs.edu Subject: RE: Anna - You're stoked on the song thing. You'll never guess how cool mine is though. It's "Don't go breakin' my heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee! Remember the song he sang with Minnie Mouse on that Disney video we used to watch all the time? I LOVE that song. Anyway, I had already started a reply to your previous e-mail, so I'll just send it along with this one..... I love you madly and dearly! You're the only one who's managed to say anything of worth about this whole incidence. Amber and Molly stared at me blankly and said something like, "Don't be so overly dramatic," and then rationalized the whole thing saying he was probably tired and needed to hang out with his friend who just broke up with his long term girlfriend and blah blah blah. It was really disappointing that they didn't understand the importance of NEVER being rational when it comes to men. It was so not fun. But I was really proud of myself, because I left work fuming, on the verge of tears, and by the time I got home I was smiling and joking with Amber and Molly about how schnockered they had been the night before. Then Molly and I took a big long walk and got awesome Thai food, brought it home, and watched the Thursday night line-up. All in all, it was a very successful evening WITHOUT runner man, whose name by the way is Dave. (Take one point off for that.) And guess what? He ended up calling at about 8:30. Molly was on the other line and neglected to answer the call or tell me there might be a message, so awhile later when I got a call from Jill, Dave's friend's girlfriend who I'm also friends with (this all gets very complicated), I was very confused that she asked me to go out for a beer with "us." I just assumed she was with her boyfriend and Dave, and made up some sweet excuse about how I had just eaten and was too full to move, because I was like, no way is that guy going to have his lackeys call me and expect me to show up. NO WAY! So that was that....or so I thought. At about 10 p.m., runner man himself calls, and basically admits that he's psycho for cancelling our date and then calling me all night long. Ya think?! Anyway, he tells me he was in this enormously bad mood after work and had to sweat it out on a bike ride and didn't want me to see him in such a bad state. I still thought it was a lame excuse and that once you'd reached the ripe age of 31 you should be smart enough to just say something instead of lamely ditch someone. So I told him that, and he said he agreed and could he please come over and make me and my roommates dinner and finish mowing our lawn (which he had started the other night when he was over) to make it up to me. I told him if he did that he might bring his balance back to zero instead of being in the read which is where he is now. (that's finance lingo) Anyway, the plan is he's going to come over and help me make salads and bread and drinks for like 20 people who we somewhere along the way invited to our house tonight, although I don't remember doing that. Anna, you have to stay with me one night when you're home in June because it's a constant riot. I won't go into some of the things Amber did the other night right now, but I'll tell you soon so you can swap stories when you see her. By the way, she snagged an armload of my clothes, actually most of which were yours, to wear at fancy dinners in Denver, so if you see anything you want back, just let her know. I think it's just that red Laundry shirt and the REALLY short black bcbg skirt. Hey guess what - I have to go. I'll call you tonight! Take care, kate Anna Symes on 03/23/2001 08:06:18 AM To: "'Kate.Symes@enron.com'" cc: Subject: RE: That sucks, Kate. I bet that isn't the last we'll be seeing of Mr. Running Man, though. First of all, who gets scared off by drunk roommates? If anything it should be a relief to him that he doesn't need to impress any of your clan. Second, it sounds like the classic insecure blow-off to me. If you think back, you'll probably remember a couple of instances in which your demeanor/comments/facial expression may have sent him the message that he is the stupidest thing on God's green earth. I know this because I have the same habit. So he probably went home, mulled over those few devastating instances, and came to the conclusion that you're not that into it. And being a man (only men and Symes's do this), he cancelled on you before you had the chance to crush his ego once again. Am I right? I think so. Tentatively planning on going out with Amber and Monica on Saturday night. I'm mad that I'm hanging out with your roommate before I get to hang out with you! Monica and I are thinking of splitting your ticket, since we know you'll never save the money (like I should talk). You have to come out here, though. It's about 67 degrees right now and it's 9:00 in the morning on a day in March. I can't believe how happy this sun makes me! You would love it, too. Okay, feel better, and don't sweat the stupid running guy. If he thinks he's not worthy of you, chances are he's not. A stiff margarita will make this whole problem a lot more manageable, don't you think? You should go have one. Love you! Luego, Anna -----Original Message----- From: Kate.Symes@enron.com [mailto:Kate.Symes@enron.com] Sent: Thursday, March 22, 2001 5:26 PM To: annas@cobs.edu Subject: Re: Well, to tell you the truth, it sucks right now. Work has been snowballing with all kinds of unimaginable computer problems, so many that I've basically forgotten what they all are now. And on top of that, runner guy stopped by last night and it happened to be the last day of Amber's finals so she and Molly had been drinking since 2 p.m. Well, I'm not quite sure if that scared him away, but we were supposed to go to a movie tonight - he asked me, I accepted, we had a time picked out - now I NEVER make plans as a rule, but this was a goddamn plan. So he calls 15 minutes ago and actually CANCELS. Not even just that, he doesn't give a REASON. I am so livid right now there's smoke coming out of my ears. I need to go finish work so I can get out of here and go bomb his car. I'll call you tonight. Kate Anna Symes on 03/22/2001 04:03:33 PM To: "Kate Symes (E-mail)" cc: Subject: hey poopstain, What's up? I am sooooo good. Dad and my car will be here on Monday, isn't that great? I just want to drive for the rest of my life! So I get three days off next week, plus I'm leaving for my outward bound course next friday. So basically I have like a week vacation! Things are still going with the cute waiter (Nathan), but I've discovered a flaw. It was only a matter of time, you know. Actually, it's a non-fatal flaw, it's annoying at worst. Basically, he carries his cell phone everywhere and answers and talks on it in all types of situations, such as the video store, a taxi cab, and while eating dinner with his friends. I just can't stand those things. It's one thing to chat on it when you're walking down the street by yourself or in your car by yourself, but when you're with other people or in the checkout line at the video store and there are people waiting for you, I just think it's so rude. But I'm going to try to get over it, because otherwise he's great, and I seem to be the only person on God's green earth who has not caught onto the whole cell phone craze. So that's my life, what's going on in yours? love, anna