*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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