Almost four years ago, I fell in love for the first time--twenty-five years too late--and began an affair. Over the years, Kevin and I have met several times a week and email several times a day. I have kept almost all of the emails that I sent to him and that he sent to me. Along the way, there has been laughter and tenderness and heat...and heartache.

This blog is the posting of our daily emails. It chronicles the lives of two people over a four year period so far, and tells the story of our burgeoning love against the backdrop of New York City.

The names and addresses have been changed to protect the innocent; the rest is 100% real.

The daily update structure helps keep the blog as authentic as possible as well as living up to its title. It also strives to provide the reader with the kind of pleasure that a soap opera offers--a daily dose of voyeuristic fun.

Please begin at the beginning, otherwise, little will make sense.

Enjoy.




Monday, December 22, 2014

NUZ

*NOTE
It is most unfortunate that the emails from the morning of Sunday, July 15, 2012 are missing. Should I somehow find them, I will update this post.

NUZ, which rhymes with buzz, is a feminine type of posturing in Persian society that can range from coy sugar to a cold-shoulder, an upturn of the nose, and perhaps a "humph" if the man's transgression had been particularly offensive. As you read, you will notice the nuz in the frequency and timing of our exchanges.

Rain: One of my favorite things is to lie in bed and listen to the rain drops plop on the leaves of the maple tree outside my bedroom window. This is the Rain's lullaby, a pleasingly full, soft symphony. I wrote Kevin about it once on a rainy night, and he said that he, too, had been listening to the rain outside his window. His small urban yard has no trees, but it has plenty of bowers arching over from the neighbors' to accompany the rain in its song.
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Sun, Jul 15, 2012 at 12:05 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Good night my love.
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Sun, Jul 15, 2012 at 9:47 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

I always feel like the rain somehow connects us.  Not really the rain itself, but the conductivity.  There is energy in the air.  It feels like some of it comes from you.  I wonder if you can feel any of mine.

I am getting high and thinking about you.  All I can hear is the rain.  There has not been much thunder, and no lightning.  Still it is very peaceful. 

I hope you have had some time to yourself too.  I am always amazed at the amount of stuff you get done.  For other people.  Yikes.  I get to be all about me.

You are more interesting than women in general, not just Iranians or even Persians.  Is "Nuz" stereotypical behavior?  You referred to it as Persian.  The Irish hold grudges.  If you were Irish, I would have been deleted and forgotten already.  Or actually the subject of some very unflattering stories, true and otherwise.

Any chance I can entice you into the city?  Live Nuz instead of virtual?

I love you.  I don't mean to make light of your feelings.  I am sorry I hurt you. 

SNB
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Sun, Jul 15, 2012 at 10:08 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Good night.  It is too hot to stay awake.  Sweet Dreams, my love.
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Sun, Jul 15, 2012 10:32 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

When the rain started, I wondered whether you were hearing it too. I knew you were, but I wanted to ask...It's true, rain does connect us.

I tried to think of what would constitute a stereotypical Iranian or Persian woman, and couldn't think of what that would be. Although I would say that nuz is a stereotypical behavior, simply because when people get married, the person marrying them asks the woman three times whether she would take this man as her husband. She only deigns to reply the third time, also they feign shyness that kind of goes with that whole thing. That part is definitely me : )

My looks are stereotypically Persian, but not my personality. Like you look very Irish, but besides being an Irish man like so many before you and so many after you, you're also simply David who never was before and never will be again, which is really cool.

Well, if the Irish hold grudges, then it's lucky that I'm not Irish : ) I may have not deleted or forgotten you, but I definitely hate you. I may delete you if you keep hurting me, but I will never forget you.

Things don't look good at all for this week. I'm going to VT to get Isabela on Wed, drive back on Thurs, wash clothes and get last minute stuff on Friday, drive them both to sleep away on Sat.  On the 26th I may be able to do dinner if you're around.  And I can definitely do the 31st.

Remember the first time we set a date, you're like YES!, then you're, "let me consult my schedule?" You were charming the pants off me, literally, weren't you?!

Don't worry about my feelings, I'm tougher than I appear.

Good night, love.

XOXOXO

Me.

 

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