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To: Jeffrey Epstein <jeevacation@gmail.com>
Subject: Fwd: Just some morning thoughts...
Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2009 19:40:37 +0000
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From: George Tan
Date: Se tember
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Subject: Just some morning thoughts...
Hey
It's about 7:45 in the morning and I just woke up in Atlanta. The sheets are comfortable, but I couldn't help but
wake up and spend at least 5 minutes writing you an email. The fact is: you're on my mind a lot, and I
probably only communicate that to you about 1% of the time.
I am starting to realize that I am scared about where this relationship is going. I have become so emotionally
invested and open with you, that you could shatter me right now, and that's something I have never really been
comfortable with giving to anyone...I guess no one can ever really be comfortable with handing over the keys
to themselves. Last night I had an awful and brutally realistic dream that you left me and slept with one of my
close friends (you're never meeting my friend Bill). I woke up feeling devastated. But what was I really
mourning over? We really just started dating not quite a month ago so it really isn't rational.
The fact is things have moved quickly with us. Making out. Holding hands. Staring deeply into each others
eyes. Sex. I don't know if there is a normal timing is for any of these things but I know we are on the fastest
time frame I have ever been on. And I'm surprisingly happy with that. I'm happy that we really are putting
aside all of the bullshit, throwing caution to the wind, and just trusting each other and what feels right even if it
defies logic and leaves me thinking that I'm crazy.
So I hope that things feel right for you. I hope that you're not feeling overwhelmed or pushed. I hope that you
don't feel like you have to choose between us and a career (because you don't). And I hope that we both
continue to be happy for a long, long, long time. Because I am truly happy to have met you.
Hope you have a good day, remember all of your recipes, don't lose any appendages, and kill some helpless
crustaceans.
Love,
George
P.S. - No, I'm not drunk. Just truly, and uncontrollably, into you. =)
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