I swear things that happen to me that just aren’t supposed to happen in real life. Case in point:
Yesterday I received a three-page, hand-written letter from Curtis. In this letter, he told me about himself [a Christian man from a large family] and what he does in his spare time [read his Bible and watch football]. He hopes that I am well and asked many questions about me and how I am doing. His purpose in writing the letter was to find a “nice single Christian lady” with whom to start a penpal-esque relationship that could turn more and more serious, eventually leading toward marriage.
Pretty strange, huh? But wait… there’s more!
Now, and I feel it’s important to mention this, Curtis is serving time in an Indiana prison [for battery]. Also of note: I’ve never heard of the guy in my life, which poses quite the quandary of how he obtained my name and mailing address. Granted, it’s the address from which I just moved, but it was correct down to the apartment number and that kinda freaks me out.
Honestly, I am torn. Torn between not wanting to invite further communication with a previously-violent-but-quite-
possibly-reformed-as-he-claims stranger and finding out how the hell he discovered me. Tim thought that perhaps a friend of mine who once served time passed Curtis my name. But I didn’t think this was possible, seeing as that friend served his time in Ohio. Then I thought of another friend that could have, but his time was spent here in Illinois. Finally, it occurred to me that I know too many people who have served time in prison–that should change.
Should I write him back? Tell him that, too-bad-so-sad, I am engaged to be married and by-the-by how in the hell did he get my address? I wouldn’t give him my new information, of course. The post office is still forwarding my mail.