Day 15: Becoming Peeta’s Pen Pal


A few days ago I wrote a blurb about trying to track down an old friend. To maintain confidentiality I referred to him as “Peeta.”

Well, guess what: I. Found. Peeta!

If you read my original post, you’ll see that I sent an email to the company where I thought he worked. I guess the message must’ve somewhat intrigued the gatekeeper who read it, because s/he passed it on to Peeta…with enthusiasm, by the way.

“Yes!” S/he answered (I couldn’t tell from the name whether the writer was a woman or man). “Peeta DOES work here. I will forward your email to him right away.  I’m sure he will be happy to hear from you!”

I hate to be so trite, but, damn it, my heart did feel like it skipped a beat.  At least 30 times an hour I checked my email.  Maybe 40. Oh, hell, I might as well be honest: I stared at the screen for hours without looking away.

And then I saw it…Peeta answered me. I both giggled and nearly vomited at the same time. I’m not sure why I was so nervous…I suppose I was worried that over the years he’d come to his senses. After all, even watching pigeons peck buttons gets old after a while.

But I’m not the type to shy away from controversy or conflict.  So I clicked. The message blossomed in the window, his name seemingly blinking on a marquee.

Then, I turned away, unable to read it…

Don’t be ridiculous; of course I didn’t. What, are you a moron? I read it immediately.

“You sound really intent on finding Peeta,” it started. “And I’m sorry to say that, while I am Peeta, I’m not the Peeta you’re seeking.”

Oh, snort. I found Peeta… just not the right Peeta. But I read on…

“But can we still be friends?” Peeta II asked. “You seem like a nice person. And no one has ever tried to find me. At least not that I know of. We could pretend that I’m the other Peeta, couldn’t we?” There was a winking smiley-face emoticon at the end.

This Peeta actually appears to have a better sense of humor than the original.

I typed back an apology for taking up his valuable time and for making him worry about a potential stalker. He replied that it was the most excitement he’s had at work for years.  Maybe ever.

Do I have a new pen pal? Is it weird that I have a new pen pal with the same name as my old friend? I’m pretty certain the answer is yes. Not to mention that while I am most assuredly not a serial killer, there’s no guarantee that Peeta II isn’t one…

Regardless, at least I have my new experience for the day…and a new Peeta, to boot.

Each day of 2014, I’m forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.


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