“Hey, Jude.” -The End (Alt. title: Flogging a Dead Horse)

*This is part 3 of a 3 part story. You can read read part 1 here, and part 2 here.

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So, here’s the story so far:

Girl meets boy. Boy falls in love. Girl wonders why boy has no chin. Boy tells girl he needs money for mysterious operation. Girl is indifferent. Boy is upset. Girl finds this understandable, given the fact that he has no chin. Boy asks girl to donate money to his London orphanage.  Girl gets labia surgery instead. Boy tells girl her to prove her love by sending the orphans “fresh love from the United States”. Girl can’t do this because she’s Canadian. Boy is annoyed. Girl says Donny Warbucks will donate $20,000 provided boy sends him photos of the orphans for tax purposes. Boy is pissed, but sends the photos anyway.

Girl sends boy the following message:

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: bad news
Date: 15 Jul

Sweathard, I have some bad news. These orphans are trying to scam you.

They would have gotten away with it, too, had it not been for those pictures you sent. When I showed them to Donny Warbucks, he thought the one in the Spiderman costume looked suspicious.

Turns out these supposed “orphans” have been traveling around to different orphanages, using their parentless status to get free furniture and clothes.

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Can you believe their nerve? I mean, how much fresh love does one orphan need?

I wonder what else they’ve been lying to you about. I bet Luke’s name isn’t even Luke, it’s probably Mortimer, or Jude81 or something stupid like that.

Just so you know, I’ve contacted the authorities and forwarded them our correspondence as well as the banking info. So you can expect a visit from the Canadian Mounties soon.

I know how devastating this must be for you. But try to look on the bright side. Your future wife’s vagina looks amazing!

Loose lips cause trips,
Bea

Ps. Let me know if you’re still good to meet me at the airport on the 20th.

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: bad news
Date: 15 Jul

Listen to me carefully am ready for anything you are coming with police or your lover Don on anything. my love for is beginning to die. You better disposed Don and face your future husband before it becomes too late for you.

Regards,
Jude

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 23 Jul

You missed yesterday was so lovely gosh the children was so
happy, ohh hope you find true love in Don. i did not see your police men am suspecting you and Don take care of yourself.

Regards,
Jude
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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 23 Jul

Fishlips, I thought you said the anniversary was on the 20th?

Regardless, I’m glad to hear it went well. I only hope the kids didn’t take advantage of your generous nature by eating more than their share of cake, or sitting on the furniture for longer than their turn.

As for the police men, that must have been Donny’s doing. I haven’t heard from him since he told me he was gay.

Sometimes love just ain’t enough,
B
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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 23 Jul

i told you the aniversary will hold you were the one who lied. don’t have those times to play i hope you marry Don so that he will show you endless love don’t want to get with a liar a person that is not stable with her words.
The renovation will not be completed yet if you want send your donation to the account i gave.

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 24 Jul

I’m so glad you feel that way! I know it sounds silly, but for some reason I thought you’d be upset.

Tell me that you’ll come to our wedding. Since you’re the one who brought us together, it would only make sense that you be the biggest guest of the day.

(I’ll send you a copy of our gift registry asap.)

Sucks to be you,
B
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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 24 Jul

Don is your new husband and i want it go to hell everybody got want they want crazy you.

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 24 Jul

So…does that mean you won’t be attending the ceremony?

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 25 Jul

send me $5,000 then i will be there.

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 25 Jul

What would you need $5,000 for?  I’ll just have my pilot fly you out, and you can stay at my 34,000 sq.ft. guest house overlooking the ocean. Trust me when I say the view  is breathtaking.

Just promise you’ll think about it. It would mean a lot to me if you were there.

Not really,
B

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 25 Jul

Okay if you are not sending the money then forget it.
Goodbye.

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 25 Jul

Oh, well, it’s probably for the best.

Sadly, Donny Warbucks and I broke up last night. Turns out his sexual preference was huge obstacle in our relationship.

I guess it’s my fault, for choosing my life partner based on looks, personality and intelligence. I should have listened to my heart and married you instead.

Where Does My heart Beat Now,
B

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 25 Jul

You know i love you but you deceived me so much that i hated myself for falling in love, i still love you but before we can come back together you will have to send the donation you promise for the renovation of the orphanage that will be more acceptable.

Lot of Hugs & Kisses
Jude

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 26 Jul

Baby,

I can understand why you felt that way. If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too. But being a 50-something cougar with the vagina of a 20 year-old, it’s not like I have the luxury to be picky.

I swear on your grave that I will never leave you again.  And just to prove how devoted I am, I want to give you something that I know both you and the orphans will appreciate.

Just be patient, I promise it will be worth it.

Loathe you so much it hurts,
Bxoxo

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 26 Jul

Until you do that for me and the orphans then you will be mine forever and my love will be renew towards you, i love you Below is the bank account information after you send your donation to the account, let me know so that the renovation will be complete as soon as possible.

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 26 Jul

I don’t understand why they haven’t called? My butler assured me that he went to the bank on Friday. When Mr. Belvedere gets back from vacation he’s going to have some serious explaining to do.

On a more positive note, I think I’ve come up with an even better way to show the children fresh love from the United States.

It’s a poster I made, something that both orphans and American history buffs can relate to.

Let me know if they like it.

I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do You),
B

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Whoa!!!!!!!!
Date: 27 Jul

Baby your butler again, baby don’t play with my love for you if that is how you want to be behaving towards me fine why are you always deceiving me with all this donation thing. Print the transfer slip out and send it to me for confirmation i don’t understand what you are really trying to do again.

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Donation
Date: 1 Aug

Baby if you don’t have the exact money you can send anything that comes from your heart stop postponing everything, we would have met earlier but you turned everything done are you being truthful that is all i want to know please my love.

baby send the money through western union or bank account the orphanage really some renovation so please tell me will you be able to send the money by tomorrow. I love you and i truely miss you

Lot of Hugs & Kisses
Jude

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 3 Aug

i have sent you a lot of messages now but no reply. Okay suit yourself

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 4 Aug

It hurts me that you think I wouldn’t respond to your messages.

You should know that I would never ignore an email, especially ones from the love of my life that for some reason always end up in my spam folder.

My heart is broken, Jude. And I have neither the strength nor the medical knowledge to fix it.

Beat It,
B

Ps. How did you like my poster, by the way? I assume the orphans found it entertaining? If not, then they obviously don’t have a sense of humor about their situation.

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 4 Aug

Baby we all like the poster, so baby when are you sending your donation,  Baby it is very important just let me know when you are sending the money and baby please let it be real this time.

I will be waiting for your next mail, please let it be positive. I hope my love by tomorrow you would have send the money as soon as possible.

From your love
Jayson

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 4 Aug

Wait, who is Jayson?  And why are you emailing me from my ex-lover’s email address?

Is this some kind of joke thought up by an incompetent con artist with horrible grammar and the inability to realize when it’s time to give up?

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 5 Aug

Stop it right there, is that what you wonna tell me. You are not really showing me love at all.  I have being giving you my all but you give me nothing.

am sorry for adding “jayson” so what is next my love are you sending the donation that is what i will be expecting from your next mail by tomorrow.

Love you

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 6 Aug

That’s okay.  I guess I just didn’t understand why after spending 80-ish years as Jude, you would suddenly refer to yourself as someone else.

I can only come up with one explanation for this behavior. I believe you are suffering from multiple personality disorder. It’s the only way to explain your erratic mood swings and irrational fear of punctuation.

No matter what, I’m here for you. (I’m talking to Jude, not Jayson). Your multiple personality disorder is my multiple personality disorder, so just let me how much the frontal lobotomy is and I will take care of it.

Just promise me you won’t tell Jayson about this. There’s something about him that I don’t trust.

B

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 6 Aug

Baby i will be waiting for you to send your donation this is jude i chatted with jayson that day i mistakenly added his name to mine, Jayson is a silly guy that is getting me angry and i quarreled with him that lead to the mistakenly using of his name get it now.Okay my love

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From: bschooled@hotmail.com
To: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 6 Aug

I can see why Jayson would make you angry. Even just looking at his beady eyes/giant forehead gives me the creeps.  I can only imagine what it would be like to have to share a body with him.

As promised, here is the transfer slip. (My printer broke down, so I had to write it out by hand.)

Promise that if Jayson so much as looks at it, you’ll punch him in the throat as hard as you can.

xoxoB

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From: jaysongabriel13@gmail.com
To: bschooled@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: Donation
Date: 7 Aug

how can i use that transfer slip that is not real you know what you are not a woman of your word. I cant believe it you have being decieving me all this while now it is this a transfer slip that will lead to my arrest shame on you am very disappointed at you. The orphans are ashamed of you. Bye

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Epilogue:

After Jude calmed down, he sent me a message saying that he would give me one more chance.  When I didn’t reply,  Jayson emailed me and accused me of being an orphan/Jude hater. Then Jude emailed me again, apologizing for Jayson’s unacceptable behavior.

As of today things are pretty much up in the air. 

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**To read more about this fascinating love triangle, buy my sequel, “Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places Part 2.” (Again, available in book stores just as soon as I find an agency willing to publish it.)

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Lessons in Love


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I try to be the most compassionate person I can be.

Instead of donating money to worthwhile charities, I will go out of my way to update my Facebook status to reflect what color bra I’m wearing (usually just a modest pair of Hello Kitty nipple tassels).

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Innocent, yet whorish.

Also, while waiting in line at the grocery store, I make it a point never to yell at old people who pay for their $100 purchase in spare change and bus transfers.

If humanitarianism was a sport, obviously I would win the Olympics.

While my heart bleeds everywhere I go, I find that I do my best work in bar bathrooms. This is where my compassionate nature really shines through.

One night, while out on the town, I was in the bathroom powdering my nose when I heard a woman crying in one of the stalls.

“Are you okay?” I asked, peeking through the crack between the partition and the door.

I could tell by the way she said, “I’ll be fine I just need a minute,” that she was hurting something fierce.

I knew I had to do everything in my power to help this woman. The safety of my brand new True Religion jean skirt* with vintage patches and unique stitching detail that cost me $227.96 (with tax) the last thing on my mind, I went into the adjoining stall and crawled under the partition.

“What are you doi–”

“Shh…it’s okay,” I said, kneeling in front of her. “I’m here to help.”

According to Annie, the love of her life had just dumped her via text message. When she asked him why, his response was “Because I’m just not attracted to you.”

It was true, Annie was not attractive in the least. But since I’ve been known to suffer from reverse-beer goggles, I decided it would be best not to say anything. 

Instead, I lovingly placed my arm around her hunched back and led her out to the sink.

Annie: How could he do this to me?

Me: Because he’s an asshole, that’s why. Guys like that don’t deserve your aesthetically-unpleasing tears.

Annie:  (blows nose) I know. I know….It’s just that I really thought Mike was the one you know? It’s funny, my–

Me: Wait a minute. This Mike…he’s not an exotic dancer, is he?

Annie: No. Why?

Me: …A stock broker?

Annie: No.

Me: ….Does he sweat a lot? And have a Pilgrim fetish?

Annie: Not that I noticed.

Me: …Is his name Ian?

Annie: No. It’s Mike.

Confident that I hadn’t slept with this particular Mike, I moved on.

Me: So where did you guys meet, anyway?

Annie: Well, I was doing volunteer work at this animal shelter, and one da–

Me: Annie, wait. (places hand on Annie’s ginormous shoulder) Did you ever stop to think that maybe the reason he dumped you is because your stories are really boring?

Normally I wouldn’t be so blunt, but I could tell that she needed tough love. Unfortunately my plan backfired, as she started to cry even harder.

Me: Annie, believe it or not, I was once like you.

Annie: How were you like me?

Me: Before I answer that, let me ask you something. (squats down) If I go like this, can you see my underwear?

Annie: No.

Me: (opens legs wider) How about now?

Annie: Uh, yeah. Kind of.

Me: Great. (pulls out jiffy marker, writes “Thighway 2 The Danger Zone” on upper leg) …Now, what were we talking about again?

Annie: You were telling me how you used to be like me.

Me: Oh, right. Well, the bad news is I was lying. But the good news is that one day you’re going to forget all about this Ian guy.

Annie: His name is Mike.

Me: See? I’ve forgotten about him already. Look, I’m sure there are tons of guys out there who don’t care about things like attractiveness. Have you thought about internet dating?

Annie: Yes, but I’m a little leery. I mean, do you really think it’s possible to find love online?

Me: How should I know?? (sighs, , grabs paper towel and writes on it) Okay, here’s what you need to do. Go to your computer and type this into the search engine. Then forward it to ten friends.

Annie: Just Making Convo…is that a dating site?

Me: Uh, yeah. But it’s like a secret dating site. It attracts relationships through laughter. Also, kickass photoshopping. (looks at imaginary watch) …Look, Annie, I’d love to chat more, but  last call ends in three hours.  (starts walking toward door) If you need anything, just call me. I mean it.

Annie: Wait! You didn’t give me your phone number.

Me: Er, you know how to whistle, don’t you? Just put your lips together and…

By the time I finished, it was too late. I was already long gone.

I never saw Annie again.

But I trust that my advice has changed her life for the better.

(*thx, mistyslaws)
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