Email me

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

226th email

From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Friday August 21st, 1999 10:11 AM
Subject: RE I can’t sleep

Hi stace, I’ve just read your email and just before I wake you, I thought I’d reply. I think perhaps I’m doing this as a rehearsal for our conversation. Or maybe it’s because it feels familiar. Or maybe it’s just polite.

Anyway, I’m all confused. I couldn’t believe the offer, the ticket, the hotel, the job – everything.

But I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you. I mean surely when we die and we look back, it’s those we loved that visit us.

And I love you. I visit you. You’re a perfect holiday.


PS Okay here’s a thought - maybe you could come with me? I know not right away but if you saved and I saved you could join me in a couple of months. What do you think? Anyway I’ll put it to you when you wake up.


  1. Aghhhh! Dom and Stacey do LA! I can see the movie sequel.

  2. when you what????

  3. It might just be me, but it seems "put it to you" has a very different meaning in American English.

  4. As much as I want this to be 100% real, this story has suddenly become too much like a movie. I feel bad saying that but it does =/

    Sorry, Mr. Davis. I'll go hide in the corner now.

  5. i live for the day a guy wud say this (or something to this effect to me -- "I love you. I visit you. You’re a perfect holiday."

    so cute, whimsical, awkward, real.


Follow boredolives on Twitter