Ok.

Ok.

Feel free. It isn’t bothering me at all. I think you’re “special” and would like to meet you socially.

Then you really don’t want to stop, which is fine by me.

How so? You don’t like the facts of what I say? Maybe you are the asshole?

I have a weird memory, not quite photographic. It’s a pain in the ass really, as bad events in the distant past are still “real”.

So why are you doing it?

But you just keep contacting me. I can’t help that.

I got boners at eight. Didn’t know what they were for but thought it was cool what it did when it got rubbed. A bunch of boys did - “hey, look what it does”!

Intimidated? No. I’m not a violent guy.

Thought you might want to continue this in person.

I don’t care what you told me. I’m looking at your actions, not your words.

She can’t get her head around that. Two eight year olds might be given therapy to see if there’s an illicit cause, but there wouldn’t be any legal activity at all.

Of course it does. If you didn’t want to chat you’d stop. I want to chat, so why should I stop?

I don’t want you to be quiet. You don’t seem to want to be quiet either.

That’s nice. I like replying to you. You seem like an interesting person, in spite for your obsession with eight year-olds playing doctor.

Ok, when you stop sending me replies I will.

It was nice and quiet for a while, and now you’re back contacting me again. huh.

Ok. When I don’t get any more replies from you I will.

Then you really obviously don’t want to stop contact. You keep doing it.