About Postcards to the Past

Dear Cléa

jeff.jpgAs you’ve probably guessed I’m in Adelaide! It’s a small place but very nice. Perth (the first stop) seemed smaller though. As one cabbie put it “… take away the two main streets and there’s nothin’ left…” Next stop will be Melbourne then Sydney, then Surfers for 10 days. Have been staying in youth hostels they’re full of Swedes and Canadians (they hate to be called Americans).

Best wishes Love
Jeff
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PS we must arrange a dinner, lunch etc sometime. Will take steps to achieve this soon.

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Dear Jeff
How did I guess you were in Adelaide?! If it is that small, did you need this guy to give you direction? I kid… Sounds like your Australian tour was a lot of fun with the Swedes. I’m glad you were educated in telling the Americans from the Canadians, like Australians and New Zealanders, English and the Welsh, you get my drift.

I’m so sorry my friend dropped you like a hot potato and your life took a nose dive afterwards. You failed first year uni then dropped out and took a menial job. I also know that you secretly liked me but I was in love with D and you always respected that. I really liked you and thought my friend was an idiot for the way she dumped you. Incidentally, she stopped being a friend when she dumped me too.

By the way, you have a lovely voice on the phone, and that cute way you laugh when you speak. Last time we spoke, I got the feeling you were unwell and I pray I’m wrong.

I hope one day we’ll catch up for a dinner, lunch, etc. Even a surprise email would be lovely.

Take care
Cléa

11 Comments to “Postcard to Jeff”
  1. Casey says:

    Trifling women are hell on a GPA. I’ll leave it at that.

  2. Justin says:

    This sounds like someone who is genuinely missed. I hope you find each other for a cup of coffee or a bite to eat.

  3. Cléa says:

    Casey: Yep, and as much as he didn’t blame it on her, we all knew that was the reason. Of course, she denied everything.

    Justin: We managed to find each other once through a link only to lose touch again. Who knows, the universe works in unusual ways sometimes.

  4. gboy says:

    Jeff. Hmmm… Jeff… Jeff… Jeff Jeff Jeff. Oh! Jeff! Sandy Hair, average height… softly spoken. Worked as console operator, and was forever trying to get picked up by chicks buying smokes late at night. Yeah, I remember Jeff! Nice bloke.

  5. Edrei says:

    Sounds like a guy who every woman would hate to lose the day they realize he’s found someone to love. Nice guys tend to finish last. The thing is…they finish with a smile you can never compete.

    Maybe you should keep this friend close Cléa, who knows? He could be a lifesaver one day.

  6. Essentially Me says:

    The universe does work in mysterious ways. I remember I guy I had met in summer school chemistry wanted to get back in touch with me after so many years and emailed everyone on my forward list (the time when I would send tons of forwards to everyone in my address book) to see if they had my new email address. When there’s a will, there’s a way.

  7. Cléa says:

    Gboy: Jeff… Jeff… Tall, 6′2″ or 6′3″, longish dark hair, dreamy brown eyes, tanned skin… , probably worked as a console operator at some point. Wait… he must have told me all about YOU! :P

    Edrei: Dunno if he finished with a smile on his face, I sure hope so. If we were still in touch, we’d stay good friends, but I must dig that old email address and try it again.

    EM: Actually something similar to what you said happened with Jeff. He found me through a common friend a few years back but now both have faded away. Who knows, an email from one of us might pop up soon. I haven’t given up on it.

  8. gboy says:

    Hmmm… perhaps he told you all about someone more memorable that *sounded* like me. ;)

  9. Cléa says:

    gboy: Oh noes… I’ve been keeping files on you. The jigsaw piece fits ;)

  10. egan says:

    Can you blame the Canadians though? I’m sure it’s similar to Kiwis being labeled as Aussies. When do we get to hear your voice on the phone?

  11. Cléa says:

    egan: Not at all, at the same time, I can’t blame the Americans when they’re told “You don’t sound like an American but more like a Canadian”. I escaped that one once.

    My voice on the phone? You can get a sample here.

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