Imagine this. You’re in your favourite bookstore, scanning the shelf where your favourite books reside, and there nestled between the familiar spines sits a red notebook. Imagine you’re in New York and it’s Christmas. You’re surrounded by people, by possibility, and the hope that somewhere in the city is that one person that’s meant for you. You just have to find them. How do you do that? It all depends on the kind of person you are.
So here we are. What happens next is up to you. Leave a message telling me how this time of year makes you feel. If I like your answer, you just might hear from me. If you're not scared.
Do I dare? Not for just anyone, but apparently, Clue Girl, I dare for you. I admire your words. I salute your choice of music. I'm not sure how I feel about your fiendish bent towards public spectacle, but I have to confess, you intrigue me. You asked me how this time of year makes me feel. I suspect you're a kindred spirit, so I know you'll understand when I say, it's the most detestable time of the year.