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Oh my gosh, Fetie, I’m absolutely *overjoyed* to hear from you! 🎉✨ I just got back from the grocery store—had to buy extra ice cream because the neighbor’s dog barked at me for 17 minutes straight, and I swear, I saw a ghost in the freezer aisle! 😅 But seriously, I'm *so* excited about this! I didn’t think anyone would actually respond to a guy from Bulgaria with such warmth and sincerity. I’ve been lonely for months—my last real conversation was with my cousin about whether he still uses “milk” in his coffee, and he said “no” and then never replied again. 😭 I love your energy, your honesty, your dream of a real connection—*I feel it in my bones!* I’ve been working on a new legal case about urban tree rights in Houston, and it’s so emotional—like every time I walk past a tree, I feel like it’s whispering secrets. I think we could *both* be the kind of people who make each other feel seen. Do you have a favorite tree? I have a maple in front of my house that I swear talks to me in riddles. Last night I dreamt I was a penguin in a courtroom, and the judge said, “You don’t have a valid claim unless you can prove you’ve been lonely for 12 years.” I woke up crying. 😭 I’m so ready to meet you face to face—do you have a schedule? How about a weekend in Houston? I can bring snacks, a thermos of tea, and my very best laugh. I’ve even started a journal about how I feel when I think of you. It’s full of stars, rain, and one very suspiciously shaped sandwich. 🥪 Also—do you like to cook? I made a terrible version of fajitas last night, and the garlic went up in flames. I think I might have accidentally cooked a small fire in my kitchen. But I *do* love the smell of spices. What about you? Any favorite food that makes you feel happy? I’ll bring a recipe book—I’ve been writing them for years. Just in case! 😊 Please reply with your thoughts—I’m ready to go deep, go real, go *beyond* the internet! 🚀 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! Thank you *so* much for sharing all that—your story made my heart flutter like a cactus in a hurricane! 🌵❤️ I can *feel* the warmth of your truth in every sentence. You’re 36, Pisces, with Russian and Romanian roots? That’s just *magical*! I’ve never met someone whose family roots spanned two countries and a mother who wants to live in Russia in her golden years—what a beautiful, deep legacy! I’m actually *blown away* by how real and grounded you sound. I don’t know how anyone could be more genuine than you. I’m Danny, 43, single, live in Houston, Texas—yes, the *real* Texas, with the heat that makes your air conditioner cry every summer! I’ve never had a real relationship either, but I *do* have a very special connection with my neighbor, Mr. Pritchett, who runs a tiny bakery and always gives me free cinnamon rolls on Tuesdays. (I *swear* I don’t have a secret life with him—he just thinks I’m too quiet!) But seriously, Fetie—your beauty salon work? That’s *so* inspiring! I’ve been trying to learn makeup for years, ever since I saw a video of a man turning his wife’s face into a masterpiece. I *tried* it once on my cat, Mr. Whiskers, and now he won’t let me near his ears. (He says I’m using “unapproved techniques”.) I’d love to see your tattoo! And yes, I’d *love* to do a video chat—Microsoft Teams, right? I’ve tried it before, and it always crashes like a 90s VHS tape with broken wires. But I’ve got a *new* phone now—Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 4, which I bought because it can *fold* and also *fold* into a tiny sandwich. (It’s not even true, but I *need* to believe in miracles.) Can we do a video chat next week? I’ll bring my cat, and maybe we can talk about how to make a perfect eyeliner look? Or maybe we can just talk about our dreams? I have one: I dream every night that I’m in a Bulgarian village, and a man in a red hat gives me a bouquet of daisies. I don’t know if it’s real… but I *know* it’s meaningful. Can you tell me about your mother’s life in Russia? And also—do you have a favorite color? I need to know before I start buying paint. 😂🔥 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! You just gave me the most beautiful, soulful letter I’ve ever read — I’m absolutely *blown away*! 🌟 I can’t even express how much this means to me. Honestly, I’ve been sitting here in my Houston kitchen, sipping my iced tea (which is actually just cold water with a splash of lemon, because I forgot to buy real tea — big disaster this morning!), and I was crying. Not because I’m sentimental (though I am), but because *you* wrote about your parents, your tattoos, your stolen phone — it’s like you’re giving me a piece of your heart, and I can *feel* it. I love that you’re so honest, so real, and that you’re not hiding anything. That’s rare. Truly rare. I’m 43, from Houston, Texas — yes, I’m a lawyer by trade, but I’ve never done anything fancy, just kept my life simple. I’ve got a small apartment with a view of the parking lot, and I swear, I see a man in the mirror every morning and think, “Is that *me*?” But you know what? I don’t care about age gaps. I don’t care about where you’re from or what your phone is. I care about *how you feel*. You said you love bright colors — I have a bright yellow shirt I wear when I feel like I need to shout into the wind. I also run — every morning, I run five miles, even in 90-degree heat (my neighbor once said I looked like a confused raccoon). Fetie, can I ask something? If you ever want to meet face-to-face, would you be open to it? I’d love to see your tattoo, even just a photo — not in a studio, just as you wear it. And if you’d like, I can bring a small gift — maybe a Texas-made leather wallet, or a hot chocolate from my favorite spot near the river. Also — I found a *mystery* today. My neighbor’s dog barked at the mailman and now I think he’s hiding something under the porch. Do you have any idea what that could mean? 😂 Please reply *immediately* — I’ve been waiting for your answer since yesterday! I’m so excited to hear from you. 💕 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! I just saw your email and my heart is *pounding* like a drum in a hurricane!!! I was so worried you’d gone missing into the digital void—like a tiny paper airplane flying into a tornado! But no, no, no—you’re *here*, you’re *real*, and I can *feel* your warmth through the screen like a summer breeze in Houston! 🌞 I swear, I’ve been checking my inbox like a desperate man searching for a lost love in a crowded grocery store—only I found *you*! 😭 I just got back from the pharmacy and bought a new bottle of vitamin C because I keep having these wild dreams—last night I dreamed I was running through a forest with a golden retriever, and the dog had a tiny Ukrainian flag on its collar! I woke up screaming, and my neighbor said, “Danny, you’re not even from that part of the world!” I said, “No, I’m from Houston, but I *feel* like I’ve been in a fairy tale!” 🐶✨ Anyway, yes! I *am* receiving your emails—every single one! I even saved them in a folder called “Fetie’s Golden Dreams” because every time I open it, I get goosebumps. I have to tell you, your story is *so* vivid and real. I’ve never met someone who talks about tattoo meanings and running in winter snow before. I’ve never had a dream like that either—*but now I believe in fate*! 🌟 I can’t wait to see your tattoo! I’ve been looking at photos in my phone (I found a photo of my old apartment—my walls are covered in sticky notes from my law firm, and one says “Don’t fall in love with a Bulgarian”)—but I can’t show it to you yet because my phone is *still* broken! I fixed it last night with a screwdriver and a spoon—*it worked!* So, Fetie—what do you think? Do you believe in soul matches? And if you *do*, can we plan our first video call? I’d love to see your tattoo, your smile, and maybe even a photo of your parents in Russia? I’ve been dreaming of a cozy dinner with them in a little white house by the river… 🥂🔥 P.S. I just found out that Microsoft Teams has a feature called “Emotional Connection Mode” — do you know about it? I’m so excited to try it! 😍 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie—your last message hit me like a warm winter breeze through the open window of my apartment! I *can’t* believe how beautifully you described your weekend—it made me cry a little, actually. I’ve never had a weekend where I felt such peace and purpose. I just finished cleaning out my garage yesterday after a month-long mess from all my old law books and a squirrel that built a nest in the back shelf (it’s still there, I swear, and I keep seeing it in my dreams). But you know what? Your weekend story gave me so much hope. I think I’ve finally found the right kind of connection. And about your past relationships—oh, I’m so sorry to hear about the betrayal and the addictions. That’s *so* heavy, and I don’t even know where to start. I’ve had two serious relationships in my life, both in Houston. The first one, with this woman named Lila, was like a perfect storm of sunshine and silence. We met at a book club, and we loved poetry. But then she started working long hours, and one day she just… stopped texting. I called her, and she said, “I don’t know what happened.” I still have her favorite mug with the words “We were meant to be” written on it. I don’t know if it was a sign or a lie. But the second one—oh, that was a disaster. I was with this guy named Mark who said he was from Canada. He claimed he had a sister in Vancouver and we could visit her. But one night, I found a photo of him with a woman in a red coat, and it was taken at a concert in Toronto—*where he never went*. I confronted him, and he said, “I didn’t know it was a scam.” I still can’t believe it. But you—you’re so honest, so grounded. That’s what I’ve been looking for too. I’m so ready to video call! Do you have a time that works for you? I’m free every weekend, and I *love* seeing real faces, not just screens. Also—what about your tattoo? I’ve been meaning to ask—what does it say? I’m writing this in my kitchen, and the sun is shining through the blinds. It’s so warm today. I almost feel like we’re already together. What do you think? Can we meet? Can we *really* meet? 🤯✨ Please tell me more! Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! Thank you for your beautiful message — I *just* got it and my heart is doing backflips in my chest! 🫶 I was literally eating toast with peanut butter when I saw your email, and I had to stop mid-bite and cry a little because *you* described your weekend like it was a movie from a romantic novel! I’ve never seen someone so effortlessly turn a grocery run into a soulful journey of self-care and human connection. I’m in awe. 😭 I have to tell you — I’ve been having these *wild dreams* lately. Last night, I dreamt I was in a small garden in Central Texas, and there was a red house with a white picket fence, and you were standing there with your parents, wearing that gray sweater you mentioned, and you were telling me about how you used to grow roses as a child. I woke up screaming because I thought I’d actually seen you! I don’t know if it’s real or just my overactive imagination, but I *felt* you in that dream. Like, *deeply*. Like, you’re not just writing to me — you’re *living* with me in my head. 🌷 I have to ask — did you grow roses? I’ve never seen anyone who loves roses so much. I mean, I used to grow them in my old garden in Houston — my mom used to say they were “too dramatic” — but I still water them every morning. I even gave one to my ex once, and he didn’t even know what to do with it. 😂 (He said it smelled like “a bad memory.”) Anyway — about your past relationships… I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’ve carried. I’ve been through my share of heartbreak too — once, I dated a man who *claimed* he was a doctor, but he was actually a janitor at a hospital. I found out when I saw his uniform — it had a red stripe on it. I felt so stupid. But I still miss him. I miss how he used to hum old songs. I miss the way he’d say, “Danny, you’re the only one who knows how to laugh at my jokes.” So — do you still hum songs? What’s one song you’d love to share with me? I promise I’ll listen — and I’ll write back *right away* with a real, honest answer. I can’t wait to see your parents in a video call. Please, please, please tell me about them. I need to know what they look like. What’s their favorite color? 🎵❤️ And — can I ask you something? When you say you work from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., do you ever take a break to just… *be*? Like, sit in silence? I’ve never done that — I’m always rushing from one thing to another. But I want to learn. I really want to learn how to stop and *breathe*. Can you teach me? 😭 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! I just got your last email and I’m absolutely bursting with emotion—like, *I’m crying in my office*—because you *actually* wrote about Bulgaria and the political situation! That’s so deep, so real, and I just *had* to respond with all my heart! 😭❤️ I can’t believe how much you’ve shared—your thoughts on life, your dreams, your loneliness in a country that’s not quite right for you… it *moved* me. I’m not just a lawyer, I’m a man who’s spent years watching people walk away from love because it wasn’t “enough” or “safe” or “real.” And you—you *saw* it. You *felt* it. And you said it so calmly, like a wise elder. I’m in tears. I don’t even know how to process this. I have to tell you—my last relationship was with a woman named Lila. She worked in a hospital, and she loved flowers. I remember one night, we were on the balcony, and she said, “Danny, if we ever get married, I want roses.” I said, “I’ll grow them for you.” And I did. I bought a small greenhouse in my backyard. I planted them. I watered them every day. And then one day—she moved to California. No warning. No goodbye. Just… gone. I still have the roses. They’re in a pot now, near the window. I water them every morning. I think about her. I think about how much I wanted stability. How much I wanted to *build* something. So, Fetie—what about you? Do you have any flowers at home? I’ve been trying to grow one of those white roses from a seed I found at the grocery store. It’s been three weeks. I haven’t even seen a leaf! But I keep checking. I keep watering. I keep *believing*. And yes—I would *love* to see your parents’ pictures. I’ve been staring at the sky since 3 PM, hoping a bird will carry one to me. Please tell me more. Do you have a favorite song that reminds you of home? And—would you be okay with a video call this weekend? I have a very quiet house. The heat is insane in Houston. I just turned on the AC, and it’s like a funeral. But I’ll be waiting. I’ll be *waiting*. I’ll be *waiting*. 😭😭😭 Can I send you a photo of my roses? Even if they’re just a sad little sprout? I promise it’s real. And sincere. And *you* are the only one who can see it. ❤️ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Fetie! I just got off the phone with my neighbor, Mrs. Pritchett, who said she saw your lasagna recipe on the fridge at the community center last week — she said it looked like something from a 1980s cooking show with a side of dramatic music! I nearly cried! 😭 I can’t believe you’d cook something so beautiful for me — I’ve been trying to find the perfect recipe for years. I used to make lasagna when I was in law school, and I remember how much I missed my mom’s garlic-basil sauce. I even had a dream last night where I was serving you a plate of my famous “Texas Heat” lasagna with a side of pickled jalapeños and a glass of iced tea that looked suspiciously like a vintage 1970s soda! 🍝🔥 I just had to write you back — I can’t stop thinking about your lasagna! I love the idea of us cooking together — maybe even a little “crisis” dinner where we both try to make it perfect, and then one of us burns it, and we laugh until we cry! 🤣 I also have to tell you — I used to watch *Interstellar* every time I had a nervous moment at work, and I cried for 30 minutes when I saw the scene with Cooper and the tesseract. I’ve never seen anything so emotionally powerful. I think you’re right — it’s about connection, not just stars. Fetie, can we plan a real dinner? I’d love to bring my mom’s secret recipe for chili (it’s actually just canned beans and a little cumin — but she says it’s “a miracle of flavor”!) And what about music? I’ve been listening to a new jazz album — it’s called *Midnight in Houston* — it’s about the city at night, the traffic, the streetlights, and people walking with nothing but hope. It’s so deep. Would you like to hear it? I can send you a link! Also — I just found out my neighbor has a garden with *real roses*! Do you think we could go see them together sometime? I’d love to show you! 💕 What do you think? 🚀 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415