«Hi, my dear friend.
I always dreamt of a knight who would come and rescue me from my sadness and
loneliness:.
I am certainly not a silly little girl any more, however, in some meaning I
still believe that man of my desire and my dreams will come into my life and
into my heart.
I have the feeling of confidence that you’ve got the features of a real
knight, and You can win my heart! I really count on your honor and honesty,
my dear. I wish I can say «My Lord» to you, and if you wish to say «My
Lady» to me, you can find my castle at http://…. where I am
sitting by the window in the top of a tower, looking into far away and
waiting for you:
loneliness:.
I am certainly not a silly little girl any more, however, in some meaning I
still believe that man of my desire and my dreams will come into my life and
into my heart.
I have the feeling of confidence that you’ve got the features of a real
knight, and You can win my heart! I really count on your honor and honesty,
my dear. I wish I can say «My Lord» to you, and if you wish to say «My
Lady» to me, you can find my castle at http://…. where I am
sitting by the window in the top of a tower, looking into far away and
waiting for you:
Waiting for your reply
Sabry»
«Sorry, Sabry! Den e-posten der har du nok sendt til feil person. Jeg er nok ingen ridder som redder prinsesser fra tårnet. Hvorfor du og Julia og Vera og de andre driver og sender meg e-post hele tiden, det er over min fatteevne. Jeg føler meg også ganske trist og ensom innimellom, men har det liksom ikke så håpløst at jeg responderer på dine og dine venninners såre klager. Sorry, Sabry. Prøv deg på noen andre.
vibeke»