DearKaren,Ifyou'rereadingthis,itmeansIactuallyworkedupthecouragetomailit,sogoodforme.Youdon'tknowmeverywellbutifyougetmestarted,Ihaveatendencytogoonandonabouthowhardthewritingisforme.This,thisisthehardestthingI'veeverhadtowrite.There'snoeasywaytosaythissoI'lljustsayit.Imetsomeone.Itwasanaccident,Iwasn'tlookingforit,Iwasn'tonthemake.Itwasaperfectstorm.Shesaidonething,Isaidanother.NextthingIknewIwantedtospendtherestofmylifeinthemiddleofthatconversation.Nowthere'sthisfeelinginmygut:shemightbeTheOne.She'scompletelynutsinawaythatmakesmesmile,highlyneurotic,agreatdealofmaintenancerequired.Sheisyou,Karen.That'sthegoodnews.ThebadisthatIdon'tknowhowtobewithyourightnow.Anditscarestheshitoutofme.BecauseifI'mnotwithyourightnow,Ihavethisfeelingwe'llgetlostoutthere.It'sabig,badworldfulloftwistsandturnsandpeoplehaveawayofblinkingandmissingthemoment,themomentthatcouldhavechangedeverything.Idon'tknowwhat'sgoingonwithus,andIcan'ttellyouwhyyoushouldwastealeapoffaithonthelikesofme.Butdamnyousmellgood.Likehome.Andyoumakeexcellentcoffee--that'sgottocountforsomething,right?Callme.Unfaithfullyyours,HankMoody