Being that I am mildly insane at most and not at all in my right mind at least, I wrote him this romantic missive by way of introduction:
On 11/15/06 1:12 PM, "maarmie maarmie"
No, I'm in love.
What is love?
No, just horny.
Keep up the good job.
In lieu of barricading his apartment door, forwarding my message to the local authorities or ignoring the e-mail so as not to egg on a would-be stalker/attacker, the luscious ze chose, instead, to potentially thrust himself in harm's way by answering the one question buried deep inside my emotional outpouring. Yes, he, or someone mightily resembling himself, responded thusly:
love is just horny + valium.
A comic genius AND an insightful philosopher? Once I obtain ze's home address, he can look forward to stumbling upon one pair of crusty undies steeped in my deepest affections. Muahhahahahaha!