Dear Shia LaBeouf,
Meeting at a frozen yogurt shop, I was so very late. I was rather surprised since all my other previous dates had been chubby or padded, you were fit. You had an unusual face – chipmunk cheeks. I tried to explain the reason for my lateness by means of going to the wrong location which is true.
What I did not explain – how could I explain – that I knew I was being followed there. The real reason for my lateness. The real reason why I have been continually late for so long now is simply this: how do I explain that I am being followed and monitored and I do not understand why. Can you possibly imagine how that can mess with a person’s head? I can’t even now explain it other than to say my head has become this swirling mess of un-understandables.
Greeted you with a hug and tried to have a conversation with you, my date. However, nothing made sense. Your profile, your texts, meeting you and your conversation. So, as much as I enjoyed just speaking with you when the date ended I did not give you a hug good-bye, nor did I give any polite, I’ll call you nonsense. In my gut, there was something wrong, and I couldn’t understand what it was. It was all off.
Did you know I went to Target afterward? I couldn’t just return home because it was all so off. I bought two wigs, I’m not quite sure why. I guess I felt the need to be someone else, someone who wasn’t going to be followed. I remember walking to the front to check out, and the man walking in opposite direction from me checking out the contents of my cart. It did not feel as if it was an accident, he was purposefully making note of my purchases.
I am sorry you had to wait so long for me to show up. It was kind of you to patiently wait for me. I did enjoy our conversation and the ease of speaking with you. However, nothing added up correctly.
I hope in some small way understanding my perspective might be helpful.
It was lovely to meet you.
I wish you nothing but the best.
Cherith Gjestland
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 