From: *******
To: mmejido@gti.net
Date: Monday, November 13, 2000 7:57 PM
Subject: Re: your site

Before I met him: I was not a big fan of the DC United until that day in May when I decided to watch one of their games. They introduced the starters and one just looked really good. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen in my life. It was the one and only Ben Olsen! There was just something about Ben that I couldn't get over. Was it his messy tangly Eddie Vedder hair that was wet from the rain or was it his muscles that were exposed out of his soaking shirt? I have no idea but it got to me, it got to me good. After this, I never missed a game. I looked him up on line, tried to talk to him, and just became completely obsessed with him. I couldn't stop talking about him even if I didn't really know him. When I met him: I had been longing for Ben and fantasizing about him every night until I found out that Ben would make an appearance at the local sports bar that Saturday night. Now I knew what I had to do so I changed into the tightest jeans and shirt that I had, curled my hair, put some make-up on, bought some condums ( just in case) and headed off to the sports bar. Okay I wasn't planning on actually doing it with him that night but you never know when you're gonna need condums. Besides, I was like five years younger than he was. So, when I got to the bar, I met with a few more people who were also waiting to see Ben who hadn't arrived yet. After what seemed like an hour he showed up along with Chris Albright. But I couldn't see them because all these people were around them. Finally, things were calmed down and the two of them sat down at a table. I got a couple of friends to sit down with me at a table nearby theirs. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing him in person. I was really nervous but I got enough nerve to get up and walk over to him. I put both my hands on his table, leaned over, and said in his ear, "Will you sign this?" as I pulled out a mini soccer ball out of my bag. You could tell that he was looking at my cleavage but was trying not to stare or make it obvious. We talked a little while and I told him I was a really big fan of his and he asked me where I was from and how old I was (of course I lied). When I started to walk away, he said, "Wait! What's your name?" and I told him then he asked me if I wanted to meet up with him some time and I said that I couldn't (because he didn't know what age I actually was) but I still thought it was the coolest thing in the whole world and I wanted to sooooo badly. I guess he could tell by the way that I looked at him that I really wanted to because then he was like, " Oh come on we could do something tonight. You're a big fan of mine so you might as well because this is your only chance you'll get to do this with me." He was definetly right so I agreed. Hey, it was only one night its not like he could find anything about me. We both decided we wanted to see a movie and I told him that I could drive there and he said he could call for a ride. This was the night of my life. The "Date" Well, we never actually made it to the theater, I guess we were both too horny because when we got there and parked, we looked into each other's eyes and it was as though we could read each other's minds. Before I knew it, we were at my place in my bedroom making out. We layed down on the bed and I could feel his hands crawl under my shirt and touch my breasts so I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. He reached for my jeans and unzipped them and I did the same with his. It was a great night but when I woke up with Ben the next morning things just seemed so much different and we both realized that we don't really know each other very well and it just felt really awkward. He got a ride home and we decided not to see each other again because it turns out he has a girl friend