Heating Up Here

"June Gloom" has come and gone early. It's hot and getting hotter. Just ask Jezebel, she's in her cool spot, under the table and ceiling fan in the dining area. There must be a good breeze despite the table...

Although I haven't read anything about it, drunk emailing must be a known occurrence. I know there is drunk calling, one thing I have trained myself not to par-take in, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. I usually end up with him ringing the door bell, which is fun for the night, but the next morning... Or I say something I really don't mean or want to do...

"I was just teasing you about 'visiting your uncle'." (The drunk caller in me thought maybe he was meeting up with a chick)

or there's...

"I'd love to do lunch this weekend, how long before you get here?" (The drunk caller was really the 'drunk-booty-call' caller) That one really sucks, especially if he doesn't show up, but still wants to meet you for lunch...

But what about the drunk emailer?

I can't tell you how many times I thought I'd email someone and didn't and was glad. Or that I did email them, read the thing from my sent folder the next day only to regret ever being able to type so well, drunk on top of it...

Recently I have read some emails that I'm convinced the persons are either drunk or dillusional. Hopefully the former.

I must admit, when I receive those kind of emails I end up deleting right away and wait for the person to approach me in human form. Although I don't like confrontation (see "100 things about myself" #69), I especially don't deal with crazy people (see "100 things about myself" #21 - oh, and when I said "aggressively confrontational" I meant crazy, just trying to be nice...)

Not sure where this will lead, but it's something I need to think about when an email from someone sounds emotional and unreasonable.

Normally I would tell all to cut them off, "they crazzee". But I really wasn't sure if RM had an Uncle there to visit. He seemed to have a relative in every city, so what if it was actually a "chicky" in ever city???? Hence that drunk call that ended it for me and him? Not sure, not sure what ended it. Must admit, if it was me at the other end of that conversation I'd #21 and be out...

On that note... What blogger worries about the drunk Blog? At least you can delete that and hope no one read it... :)

P.S. Maybe I'll actually email KAI (never done that before) and let her know that although the "100" list pissed me off because it took too long, being able to reference it is handy???

Another thang about myself: If it takes longer than my interest in "it", then it takes "weeks"... Why I hate my job...