July2014 is sitting in front of her computer reading through many emails of guys that seem to have only one thing on their mind. It's boring, it's repetitive and she usually just hits the "Delete" button after reading the first paragraph...
Unless she really likes it... which she does...
"Here's an interesting one" she thinks to herself as she's reading senrik's message. "This guy is different". She smiles, "and he thinks he can read my mind and tell me what I think". She laughs and then a new thought creeps into her mind: "I must reply... must reply... must reply..." (fadeout effect) "... must reply and find out who he is...".
Questions start running through her mind: "Is he for real?", "he can't be just another guy" and "why is he insisting on this strange yet oddly appealing writing style?". Questions... questions... so many questions...
And, still, the words echo in her mind... "must reply... must reply... must reply...