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Sunday, May 30, 2010

18th email

----- Original Message -----
From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Saturday, May 8th, 1999 4:49 AM
Subject: I am so sorry part 2

Lost track of time there – not sure what I wrote about but had a lie down and thought I might have indulged my free thinking. Anyway I wanted to say –

What was it…?

Oh yeah…

I think it was near the end of the night. The Band had taken a break and the room was a little sweaty. You'd had enough to drink.
You wanted a water.
And a Vodka and Tonic.

I came back with the drinks and you said;

"You always go to the bar for me." said Stacey.
"I know. I've been doing it for years." said Dom.

And then we pretended to be a really old couple.

I liked how you thought we should shake it up a little and sleep on different sides of the bed.

I think at one point I confessed to having an affair and you confessed to knowing.

I liked how we forgave each other and remembered our wedding.

I liked your choice of music – Easybeats and the reading you gave of some Liverpudlian poet – Roger someone.

I hoped you didn’t mind that I insisted on wearing a home made chain-mail-suit at the altar even though it was summer and I was already suffering back problems.

The reception was good from memory.

You admitted that your father was embarrassing (as always) trying to plant the flower girl in a rose-bed because he didn’t like the way she scattered petals. And if we were lucky, when the new season came, new and better flowers girls would grow there.

I thought that was funny.

I appreciated that you didn’t mind that my speech was delivered in beat poet style (read; no punctuation).

And even though I waxed lyrical about you in mixed metaphors you still clicked your fingers in appreciation.

I know we skipped talking about the wedding night and rightly so – but it was lovely when you seemed genuine that my sense of the romantic was never cloying.


What was my point…

I can’t remember but I have an awful feeling that I’m--

I’m going to bed now…
To sleep on your side, right?



  1. i really hope she drank as much as he did

    if she doesn't come back with something equally romantic i think i might cry...

  2. I really want to know who's hard drive it was. Would it ruin the mystery? I think he redeemed himself in this email though.

  3. Leanne, I think she did drink as much as him...
    And that makes me cry

  4. Grace, I agree he went too hard in the last email - I wanted him to shut up...

    RE hard drive...? Do you really want me to tell you?

  5. I love the idea of the flower girl head first in soil. Or is it just me that is picturing her head first?

  6. Yes head first, me thinks with her legs waving about frantically :)

  7. JC and KW - you guys are really funny - and a little perverse

  8. These are the tones of new love, free flowing foolhardy leaps of the imagination that revel in the absurd. How blissfully indulgent! My first love was a purely written relationship, after glimpsing each other we exchanged letters through her brother as we were both at single sex schools and lived in different villages. The months of yearning and pouring so much into letters... ahh! Good to awaken such pure feelings after so many years of corruption! Thank you Stephen!

  9. Love the exploration of staying together and knowing that both have had an affair
    Thats the catalyst for me it can succeed but probably not and sad as I have felt that reason to stay and know my values won't let me or more specifically the other won't funmny how indeed 2 wrongs don't make a right I can see the characters in Fact I CAN SEE THE CHARACTERS but an exploration is nice
    I had a notebook recvently and a lady housemate of a dear friend was quiet and reserved and absolutely burning in the passion of what seemed to be a first lesbian love while to us meeting and relating to all the wrong men ... I was discreet and kept quiet but the knowledge still lingers and I emotionally hope she found her deserved


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