Guess who I am

(Monday to Wednesday)

Dear Mr. X,

You're not wearing your "Planet Bowel" T-shirt.I know you don't give away easily, but I still want to see your T-shirt for myself.

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J,

Maybe wear it next time. ;-)

How was the interview?Has the suspect been locked down?

I hope you can read the handwriting - I'm sprinting to the classroom.

Mr. X

Also: While I know this is a tall order, I really hope I get an answer as soon as I come out!

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Mr. X,

Those interviews... where to start?do you know?I asked everyone the same question and here are their answers.

My question is - have you ever been to Europe?

Well, let me take stock of those interviews in order.

number one:

Daniel, alias, Mr. Philosophy.

"I've had neither an international flight nor a sailing trip. You can deduce the answer from that. (And he throws a wink.)"

Number Two:

Zane, alias, Mr. Hunk.

"No. But I wouldn't mind a trip later...with the right person. (He says grinning.)"

Number three:

Jim, alias, Mr. Shy.

(He shakes his head and smiles softly.)

So... based on my guess, well, obviously, one of you is lying. Mr. X, you brazen liar, you played me hard enough!But that's just my initial thought.I thought you were Mr. Shy at first.His smile meant a lot... like it was hiding a secret or something.I almost thought it was you, but he looked me in the eyes when he denied the question, and it didn't look like he was lying, which is the only thing I'm not sure about.

Then I thought about it and thought maybe you are Mr. Hunk.Except for his looks, he fits my picture of you.He smiled proudly and confidently, and I can really imagine that he wouldn't hesitate to tear down my ad to cut down on the competition for rentals.

But there is also Mr. Philosophy. If there is anyone who can confuse people, he must be counted.This brings me to you without a doubt, Mr. X.

So which of the three is you?

I have no clue.What's even more irritating is that none of you resent me.Mr. Philosophy made me laugh - really, he's just plain funny.Mister Hunk, that sexy vibe - I pray to God it's not you.And Mr. Shy, uh, for a second, he made me think it was possible for me to be attracted to someone else.

Hope you're laughing at my frustration right now.

***

J!

I'm sexy, I confess to you.I'm totally Mr. Hunk.

Is not it?

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Mr. X! ! !

Your puzzles drive me crazy.You write in the tone of Mr. Hunk's arrogance, but I can't believe you would give yourself away so easily, so Mr. Hunk can't be you.But I was thinking again: maybe this is a serial set?

Uh ah ah ah,

- an angry j

Also: you forgot your scarf with me, nice soft scarf.

***

J,

Very level of probing.I don't have a scarf...or do I?

Does it smell a lot like your Mr. X?

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Mr. X,

I am ashamed and thrown home.I just went into the men's room and sniffed that scarf.Many people stared at me strangely, and one raised his eyebrows strangely.

I now find a book to cover my face until it cools down.At least that way I can fill in some required reading or something.

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J,

I laughed so hard, it's a pity I didn't see that scene.

How does the scarf smell?Maybe it's Mr. X's?If yes, tell me who dropped the scarf: Mister Hunk?Mister Shy?Or Mister Philosophy?

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Mr. X,

I'll be honest - I don't even remember any of you wearing scarves, which shows my attention to detail.

But... this scarf.It smells nice, really, it must have been softened recently, and it smells a little bit of honey somewhere.I think the owner of the scarf may have used a little hair styling product.

That still doesn't let me know if the scarf is really yours, Mr. X.I wish I could remember who wore this!

***

J,

I believe you do not remember.

Before you snap back witty, I mean, this isn't a sarcasm on your super big nerves, just shrug and let it go - I really believe you.

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Mr. X,

I'm not a big deal.I didn't shrug either.

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J,

That's how you should be, although it's much more interesting to look at the problem carefully.

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Mr. X,

this!yes!No!yes!you!of!Wai!towel?

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J,

Yes it is! ! !

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Mr. X,

It would be easier if the scarves weren't one size fits all, I could at least narrow it down.

What softener did you use?I really like it.

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J,

You smelled my scarf again, didn't you?

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Mr. X,

I used it as a napkin.

An eye for an eye, you know.

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J,

Haven't you ever imagined that scarf around Mr. Macho's neck?Like can you pull it tighter so that his pretty face turns red?

Or is your eye for an eye limited to using my scarf as a napkin?

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Mr. X,

Why do you care about this?Did it touch your heart?Poor Mr. X, do you think we are friends?

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J,

Wow, you are really good at it.I can almost hear your tone.

Go smell my scarf again, maybe that honey smell will sweeten you a little.

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Mr. X,

It doesn't seem to work.Maybe two sniffs in the men's room weren't enough?I have to put it straight on.If you want to take the scarf off my neck, I'll be around the learning center for an hour or so.

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J,

It's tempting, I miss my scarf, but I mean when it's still clean.

I like you, Jacob, but not enough to wrap your snot-stained napkin around my neck.

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Mr. X,

You are right.Even I don't want to wrap my snot-stained napkin around my neck.Maybe I should just drop it?

I have a better solution that will get me back in the good mood anyway: Just tell me who you are, Mr. X, and it's over!

-TBC-