By Thomas
Date: 11 July 1998

Prince and his rose...e-mails

All night with anticipation he waited for morning. The words that popped into 
his head before he left work were spontaneously typed out. They had nothing to
do with signing off for the evening and saying "good night", yet once the send 
key was clicked, off went the message and the request...one quarter serious,
three quarters in jest, nevertheless the waiting began; the anticipation build,...what would she say? How would she respond?...
The next morning, he rushes to the elevator to get uptairs to read her message.
He bangs on the elevator "up" button a thousand times as if to make it arrive 
faster...The door opens, he jumps out and rushes down the hall to his office...
His lunch bag is hurled across the room as he anxiously jabs at the computer's
"on" button...Come on, come on...the computer is sooo slow. It seems to take an
eternity to boot up. He types his password and waits for the email program to 
load. He hears the "beep" notifying him that he has a message....ahhhh!...
it's from John Blair, not his dream girl. Damn!..he must wait...
but he is used to waiting...and why shouldn't he be...
It have been 13 years, 364 days, 8 hours since their eyes first met and their 
hearts locked.