<Hey>
<My name is Steve>
<I’m sorry, you don’t really know me, I feel like some random creep or something, it’s just that you’re really interesting>
[Oh hi Steve! It’s great to connect with you! You’re one of the 4 people on the next door neighbor site!]
<it’s six now>
<I think having the potluck really helped getting people interested>
[I don’t think I saw you there?]
<You didn’t>
<I saw you though>
[Oookay, little creepy.]
<I’m sorry>
<I get told I’m like that a lot>
<Please tell me when I am.>
<It’s just . . . I find you really interesting. I want to know everything about you.>
[It’s not a big deal, I was just flirting/joking. What do you want to know?]
<Flirting?>
<Do you like me?>
<I want to know everything>
[Lol, I don’t really know you. Um, my name is Mariah, I’m 51, turning 52 this August. I just bought this land off of Landes and I’m sharing it with my landmate Mark and several renters. I’m working on my PhD in consciousness studies in my spare time.]
<You don’t look like you’re fifty>
[I don’t feel like I’m 51 either.]
<Are you planning to stay here?>
[I don’t think I could live anywhere else. I’ve fallen in love with this land. I like how mysterious it is out here with all the morning fog and the weird thunderclaps that sound across the valley all the time.]
<Did you notice the storm without clouds?>
[I was asleep, but I got woken up by a phone call. By then it was dissipating - but I did think that was kinda weird.]
<All sorts of weird things happen here if you watch enough>
[Are you an observer?]
<Yes, I like to see how people act when they don’t know I’m around, which is most of the time. I kinda blend into the woods a lot.>
[Tell me more about yourself.]
<I don’t really like to talk about myself>
[Come on! - age?]
<I’d rly rather not say.>
[Favorite pizza topping?]
<You’re going to hate me.>
[No I won’t]
<Pineapple>
[I actually don’t mind it.]
[See? That wasn’t so hard.]
<I can talk about myself>
<but I’m boring>
<I’d prefer to ask you questions>
<Like tell me about your consciousness studies?>
[Well . . . ]