Monday, September 13, 2010
The Last Post
I'm not 100% on this but I feel like I'm stopping this thing as my readership is the highest it's ever been. I'm sure Ashley York has something to do with that, and I'm okay with that. Writing this thing has been enjoyable, sometimes burdensome, but mostly something I'd look forward to every week or every other week. It served as a study break when I was at school, and a creative outlet when all I was doing during the day was going crunch crunch crunch with spreadsheets. In short, it made me happy. Plain and simple. And when you find something that makes you happy you hold onto it. I'm not giving all this up completely. I actually went out and bought Final Draft and have taken a stab at writing a TV show. I can't say I know exactly what I'm doing, but it's been pretty fun writing dialogue and making a story. As you can imagine, I have plenty of material. Does anyone ever say "when I grow up I want to be a corporate financier" anyway?.
When I thought about this post I had writer's block as to what I'd write about. But one night it hit me. It actually hit me pretty hard. I was playing the top of a 2-3 zone in a league playoff game when chasing down a skip pass I ran directly into a player on the opposing team. I didn't even see him. My forehead right into his face. We collided, and I can still hear the horrible sound it made. Like dropping a rock onto another rock. Two heads smacking each other. As I staggered away I looked at the other guy who was gushing blood from his mouth. I then slowly put my hand to my forehead to assess the damage and when I pulled my hand away it was as if I'd stepped into a scene of True Blood. His teeth had gone through the skin on my forehead and I was leaking. I don't like blood, and I was a little concerned, and by "a little" I mean a lot. Truth be told, it was a small cut, but a lot of blood. Once the bleeding stopped I bandaged it up and went back in. I'm not saying I'm Willis Reed or anything, but despite bleeding my own blood it was just fun to be out there playing. It reminded me of the last episode of The Wire when drug kingpin Marlo, clearly uncomfortable at Levy's white collar real estate function sneaks out and starts walking the streets of Baltimore until he encounters two kids and engages them in a fight only to get cut on his arm by one of them during the skirmish. Marlo looks at his bloody arm and smiles because he knows that being on the streets is what makes him happiest.
I'm not advocating going around looking for knife fights. It is pretty simple though. When you can find what makes you happy, do it. Whether it's writing, being a Baltimore drug kingpin, valuing companies, or making artisanal cheese. Maybe I'm writing this for you, or maybe I'm writing this for me so when I come back to this in a few weeks or months, or years or whenever I can remind myself what I said. Either way, it's out there, on the internets.
This isn't an Emmy speech, but I do want to thank you all for reading Finger:TheBlog. It really has been fun writing. After today if you want to get in touch regarding the blog or any of the posts, or anything else, I created fingertheblog@gmail.com, so holler at me. If you're a newbie, go back and read some of the early stuff. If you've been following since my trip to Woodbury Commons, well, hell, go back and read some of the early stuff too. Thanks again. I'm off to bed.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Ashley York Vol 10: Epilogue
The internets are a strange place. That is how.
Last week I closed every loop I could close. I presented the facts (names, pictures, etc) and I let you, the reader, decide what you what you wanted to believe. I showed you the picture of Ashley York and then I showed you the pictures and named the names of the actual girls in the photos. These were the facts as I found them. If you revert back to Volume 9 you'll see that all pictures and names have been redacted by me. If you're a little late to the game you won't get to see any pictures of Ashley York or Krista Marks and you won't get to know the names of the real people in those pictures. Here is why.
My last post was Tuesday evening before I went to bed. On Wednesday and Thursday I saw the number of hits on my blog jump like crazy. I wasn't quite sure why, but it was nice to end on such a flurry of blog activity. By Thursday night I had begun thinking about what my last post would be like. Perhaps a simple 'thank you' post, or maybe something more akin to an Emmy acceptance speech. It didn't really end up mattering because Friday was one of the strangest days I'd had in a while. I was off from work and on a little mini-vacation. By about 2pm I was on the beach, relaxing and enjoying the water and sun. At about 4pm I get a call from my sister, urging me to call her back immediately. So I called her. My sister tells me that a friend of hers from high school is friend with the actual real girl in the Ashley York pictures, and that this girl saw my blog and is totally freaked and upset and wants me to remove all photos, names, and anything else related to herself and also her sister (Krista Marks). Wait, what?
So to recap, a mere 48 hours after I finish this story and recap it and name names, all of the sudden, out of the woodwork someone claims they are friends with the sisters in the photos and wants me to take everything down. I'm sorry, but after all the shenanigans I've had to deal with on this whole subject I found the timing to be SUPER coincidental. Perhaps too coincidental. Was I actually getting too close to figuring out this mystery? Had I caught them with their hands in the cookie jar, and finally exposed the truth? The email my sister received also had mention of getting lawyer involved, etc etc... To me, it sounded a little desperate. Lawyers getting involved with my poorly formatted blue and green blog? Really? I guess people were upset. But lawyers? Really? You're telling me that after writing this thing for the past two-plus months and with all these assumptions and conjectures that 48 hours after I post this thing, the real person in these pictures stumbles upon little old Finger:TheBlog, some two-bit blog operation in the corner of the internet universe? Come on now. This isn't Gawker for crying out loud.
My sister responded to the email and cc'd me, and as I asked her to, and basically said to her friend that I was willing to help find the person behind this whole mess. And truthfully, I was willing to help. My services were available. I mean, shoot, if anyone wants to solve this thing it's me. But the whole thing had me quite spooked and skeptical. Fast forward to dinner with my sister a few hours later, and I get a call from Private Number. I let it ring, obviously, and there's no voicemail. Next thing I know I get a text from some person named Andee claiming to be a friend of the girl in the picture (I will call her REAL Ashley York) and for me to call her back.
If you read any of my posts on this you know full well I ain't calling back anyone claiming to be anyone's anything. In fact I emailed my sister's friend and said more or less, "Listen, I'm getting some weird calls and texts from weird people. I'm not interested in talking to anyone but you or REAL Ashley York. Otherwise, I'm sorry".
My sister's friend's response was that they'd Skype me later on in the evening. They? Skype? Yes, "they" as in my sister's friend was literally with the REAL Ashley York. Maybe the REAL Ashley York was in Greece after all. So I'm sitting there with my sister still trying to figure out how in 48 hours after posting, and more importantly, 2 years after this craziness all began, how in the world I was about to talk to the REAL Ashley York. Folks, you can't make this up.
And my phone rang...000123456, which is what happens when you get a call from Skype. I picked up. It was my sister's high school friend. After a brief intro the friend said, "John, I'm going to let you and REAL Ashley York talk now" (of course she said the girl's real name and not REAL Ashley York, but I'm honoring my word by not naming names).
Then there was a pause. And then a 'hello'.
And I swear to God, for about five seconds the girl sounded exactly like the Ashley York I'd spoken to for hours on end back in 2008. But after those five seconds it was pretty clear that it wasn't the same person. So we talked. And we talked. Probably close to thirty minutes.
She seemed exasperated, and quite honestly I think we'd all be if we found out that some lunatic had been posing as us for AT LEAST 7 years, and had gone on wreaking havoc on one person's life after the next. She was concerned. Her sister was concerned too since her identity had be appropriated as well. Her parents were concerned. Her friends were concerned. Hell, I was concerned. I told her basically all I knew, but the most detailed account I could possibly give her is written in Volumes 1 through 9. It doesn't get more detailed than that. It sounded like she was going to make this a police matter. I couldn't blame her for escalating it. I don't know though. If the Department of Homeland Security couldn't track her than who knows, but I hope they really give it a go. I wished her the best of luck and offered my help. And as she asked, I took down all names and photos the next day.
If this were a true Hollywood ending we'd team up and catch this person, but this isn't Hollywood. We're not Edmund Exley and Bud White. This isn't L.A. Confidential. This is some real life shit, impacting real life people. I actually think that in our chat we might've found a lead or two in helping her figure out who this person might be. Unfortunately, the 201 number for Ashley York has since been disconnect. I'd say that perhaps this thing is close to being solved but I know better than to make statement like that at this point. I'd like to follow that Kim Daniel lead a little bit more now actually. What I can say with confidence was that the girl I mentioned in Vol 9, the girl I spoke to on the phone last Friday, that girl, she's not Ashley York but she is probably the biggest victim in this whole thing.
So you can look at this a few ways. Yeah, my blog post probably made a few people unhappy. Fine. But now at least two people know what the hell has been going on with their identities for over seven years. In a way I'd like to think I at least helped a little. In fact, I know I did help, more than a little.
How they found Finger:TheBlog...I'm not sure I'll ever know, but I'd love to know. It still seems strange to me. I never like to be the bearer of bad news. In fact, if you know me well, you know that I don't like conflict. I don't like arguing. I don't like drama. Perhaps this is why this whole thing has fired me up so much and still fires me up two years later. Things like this don't happen to me and that's why I wanted answers. One day I might get them. Last Friday Team Krashley got perhaps its most important new member.
Best of luck.
I'll be back with a final post next week.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Ashley York Vol 9: And So It Ends...
I got back to school and resumed the good life. About a week after classes began I got a call from my summer employer telling me I got a full-time offer. I immediately threw all my books out the window and lit them on fire in the parking lot. Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but it most definitely eased some of the pressure of my second year. Actually, I don't know if eased is the right word. More like, removed, entirely. My focused turned to more gentlemanly pursuits such as drinking german beer out of a boot-shaped glass, calisthenics, Rick's, Michigan football, and thai food. Not necessarily in that order of course. Ashley York was so yesterday. Nothing more than an amazing fireside story.
I was actually planning on going down to Columbus, OH for the Michigan/Ohio St game in November, and for whatever reason I thought that I'd run into Ashley. After all, if you remember from one of the earlier volumes, she was in fact an Ohio State fan. How a British girl becomes and Ohio State fan, I mean, I don't know, but then again, she wasn't British, she wasn't real either. Leave it to a fake girl to pick Ohio St. But the girl in those pictures, she was an Ohio State fan. She and her piercing blue eyes.
Anyway, it was mid-week when I got a call from my sister. I picked up.
"I FOUND ASHLEY YORK! On Facebook!"
Impossible I thought. But my sister assured me it was her, in fact it was her picture but someone else's profile. So this is the dilemma. I'm going to name names here. I'm not going to tie anything together. If you've read this far you've earned your junior detective badges as far as I'm concerned so you can make your own assessments. I've made mine.
So here is the profile picture (finally) of Ashley York.
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You understand why I wanted this thing to pan out? Make a little more sense now? And because you've stuck with me this long, here's the most absurd picture Ashley had on her facebook profile. I had to save it because nobody would believe it.
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Whatcha doing Ash?"
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And that young lass there in the blue...you may recognize her as one Krista Marks. Or perhaps maybe you can start calling her by her real name...[Redacted]...aka [Redacted's] younger sister. Also a Harvard grad.
As the kids say these days, "WTF?"
Seriously. What the hell was I supposed to do with this information. Of course I dropped some knowledge on Team Krashley that evening. Yeah, I pretty much rocked their world. Two hot chicks from Harvard? Really, could these girls really have been behind all this? That was one theory. I doubted Kate's involvement, after all when I spoke to her on the phone it was a guy on the other end of the line.
I went bed that night and thought four things:
One. Chipatis were the dumbest invention of all time. It's basically a salad in a pita. Girls love ordering them and then systematically tearing the pita and just eating the innards (lettuce and so forth) leaving the outer pita shell untouched. Just order a salad. Jesus.
Two. Harvard girls? Really? Two pretty Harvard girls at that. They must have better things to do than torment guys...I should hope.
Three. Maybe Ashley was a 500 pound woman who used this ruse as her only way to get attention from guys. Maybe she couldn't leave her house. Maybe she just was so socially awkward she had to play these games.
Four. Maybe I have the best. imagination. ever.
I slept like shit.
James really stepped up his game the next day calling his Harvard friends to get the inside scoop on [Redacted] and [Redacted]. I don't think it would be 100% fair to tell you what information James got about [Redacted]and[Redacted]because I'm not besmirching anyone's name here, but I will just say that what we heard about [Redacted]was most interesting. Interesting enough to continue searching in that direction. James, through a friend was able to track down [Redacted] phone number through some Harvard eating club alumni directory. Yes, eating clubs. They have those at Harvard. So there we were. A phone call away from talking to [Redacted]. I was incredibly nervous, and I didn't even know what I'd say. James called me, and then once he had me on he called [Redacted]number. We agreed I would do the talking.
It starting ringing.
One ring.
Two rings.
Someone picked up.
"Hello. Is [Redacted]there?", I said.
"Que?", said a man's voice on the other end.
"[Redacted]?", I said again.
"Eh. Lo siento. Sorry. No [Redacted]. Wrong number." And then click.
A fake phone number. James called his Harvard people back and apparently {Redacted] last known whereabouts were Greece. Another dead end. Folks, let me tell you. I wish I went to Greece and started knocking on doors of whitewashed villas looking for a blond girl in a bikini riding a donkey. I wish I could tell you this is what happened. I wish I could tell you I found this girl in a small village on a mountain, sitting in a courtyard writing poems about a girl riding a donkey while wearing a bikini and showing off her six-pack abs. I wish. But sadly, this is where the story peters out. Just like every other time we had a breakthrough, it would just lead to another dead end.
I remember St Patty's Day 2009 I was driving to Chicago with two friends. They'd only heard pieces of the story, and asked that I tell it from start to finish. So I did. After I was done, they were like you and everyone else..."we gotta catch this girl". I casually mentioned that I still had Ashley's number. Screw it, we'd call her from my friend's phone and would see if anyone picked up. Again, this is March 2009. We called, and lo and behold someone picked up.
"Hey Ashley", my friend Josh said.
"Um, hi. Who is this", said a NOT-BRITISH voice.
"It's Josh, from the Hamptons. You never called me back. What's up with that?".
"Who is this", Ashley said again.
"Come on now. We met at the Talkhouse. You don't remember", Josh said.
Meanwhile, I actually was really nervous. It was the first time I'd heard her voice in two years and while it wasn't British it certainly sounded like the same person and it gave me the chills. I don't care what the person on the other end of the line looked like but she was a sociopath and I couldn't shake that thought.
"I don't know you. Bye", Ashley said and hung up.
We exploded in laughter, but then when the laughter subsided we realized that Ashley York was still up to her old tricks and had her same cellphone. And just for shits and giggles, Ashley York is still in my phone...201.638.3893. I have no qualms whatsoever about giving that information out. And you know what, ashley.york@yahoo.com probably still works too. Knock yourself out.
But do you know the scariest thing? When I started with Volume 1 a few weeks back Ashley York was nowhere on facebook, but at some point along the way she activated her profile AGAIN. And what's even more bizarre is that Mark (Troy's friend from a previous Vol) is still her friend and we have another mutual friend. Ashley's privacy settings are so severe that I don't think you can even find her, but since I have message history with her from 2008 her profile is still visible to me. You'll have to take my word on that. And her picture, well, it's the same ol' Ashley York/[Redacted].
So in reality, while it was case closed with this guy, who knows what other Ashley York-related shenanigans are going on these days. Truthfully, I'd still like to have a chat with [Redacted] and ask her a few questions, but in my heart of hearts I believe she's riding burros is Greece and will be unavailable for comment. I wish her the best though. I think.
There are many lessons here to be learned. One, Facebook is the devil. That's obvious. But there are probably thirty or thirty thousand other lessons to be learned. For example, don't drive to Montauk in the middle of the day on 4th of July weekend, ever, especially if it's to meet a girl in a parking lot. Or perhaps, if a girl calls you and sounds like a guy, it's probably best you never speak to that girl again. I don't even know if I mentioned this, but at the end of that summer in 2008 the New York Philharmonic was playing in Central Park. Out of the blue Ashley asked if I wanted to meet her in the Park to watch it. So another piece of advice, don't go chasing imaginary girls in Central Park, at night, when there are tens of thousands of people already in the Park. I think I provided enough life lessons here to last you all at least until the rest of the summer.
This is where the my Ashley York saga ends. I'm still going to come back for one last post. (Tear). I will say that I've really enjoyed the feedback from many of you over these past few months. I can't believe how many hits I've gotten on this site, and while I wish I had a better ending for you, I really do appreciate you sticking with me. Hell, if you have any insight in this matter holler at me. You can post a comment and I promise you I'll read it and if you have a question post it. I'll get back to you and answer any questions you may have. It really has been a pleasure getting this story, this true story, out there. Feel free to tell it to your friends.
I have a feeling we'll find out the truth one day, but until then, let's just enjoy the REAL people in our lives. They're definitely more fun and more cool than the imaginary ones.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Ashley York Vol 8: Closure. Kind of.
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"LOL!!! I have an Adams Apple"
Cute right? Cute like the Son of Sam. The general consensus among Team Krashley was first, not to get killed, and second, to go out and expose these frauds. I agreed, but I wanted to do it right. But leave it to Krista to continue to push. Here is another exchange I had with Krista just days after our phone call. And by the way, at this point, zero interaction with Ashley just so you are clear.
Krista: ARE U TWO JUST NOT INTO EACHOTHER. FED UP WITH EACH OTHER. FRUSTRATED? IF U DONT CARE THEN I WILL STOP BOTHERING.
Krista: JUST DONT UNDERSTAND
JOHN: Frustrated. I think you do understand. This all is too good to be true.
Krista: What does that mean?? U said you REALLY liked her and now ur fucking it up. Are you afraid of good things? And i dont understand. All I know is that she is confused and given ur actions is starting to get over it. LOL WHATS WRONG WITH U?
So you see, I made a vague reference to things not being kosher. And to her question of being afraid of good things...well, if good things include "she puts the lotion on the skin", then yes, perhaps I was a little afraid, and that's why I didn't call out Krista right then and there. In the meantime, Troy and James were working double-time to get this Ashley story out there. James put me in touch with the guys over at thrillist.com, which is dailycandy.com for men for those who don't know. If you don't know what dailycandy.com is then wikipedia it. But through thrillist I was put in touch with this girl. A columnist who had some pretty good credentials. We had only emailed, but she'd heard the general story from the thrillist folks and was interested in hearing the raw and uncut version. The thing was, this story was evolving every single second, so it would be hard to wrap it in a nice little bow, but I would try. Unfortunately time was running thin a little bit. I had to get back to Ann Arbor for my second year of business school. The writer, and I forget her name now, but we kept missing each other. Team Krashley and I had come to the sad conclusion that this really was going to go unsolved. I felt a little bit like a failure. With all the resources we had how could we not figure this out. More than anything I wanted to know who this Ashley was. A week went by and I was getting ready to head back to school in a day or two and wouldn't you know who comes popping up on my facebook again. Your friend and mine, Krista Marks. Mind you, a full calendar week she's picking right back up on the same thread.
Krista Marks: July 25, 2008 at 10:32am Report
And too good to be true is bullshitt.
John Finger: July 25, 2008 at 10:54pm
I don't even think she exists, because if she feels the way you say she feels then she would've made more of an effort a long time ago. She's clearly not interested.
Krista Marks: July 26, 2008 at 2:46pm Report
Umm ok then. Are u interested!? Whatevs, u two would be great. If ur gonna have a sour attitude then forget about it. And shed be more interested if uactually bit back LOL
Sent via Facebook Mobile
So to recap, I just said to her that I didn't think Ashley didn't even exists and she writes back "are u interested". Not that I'm a tough guy, but enough was enough here, so I let it all hang out. And apologies to anyone that is offended by the below. I was just angry.
John Finger July 26, 2008 at 3:42pm
Bite back. While you joke, I mean really, this has been a game for you two and it's getting kind of old.
I liked her when I thought she was real, and now I don't think that anymore. Obviously I spoke to someone on the phone, but not "Ashley York" and she sure as hell doesn't look like that. And it's hard to believe that none of your friends have facebook profiles. You might want to create some to make it all seem more legit. If everything was kosher we would've already met. And quite honestly, any girl who looks like that has better things to do than mess around with some random dude she's never met.
I thought you all would just let this thing die a natural death, but you keep coming back for more. I don't know you guys, and you don't know me, but absolutely nothing checks out. Nothing. I could write a book about all the BS that's been peddled my way. If you are going to say you went to Spence you should've realized that there are 30 girls in a class and of the class of 2000 I know about 10% of the girls, and nobody has ever heard of Ashley York, and trust me, if there was a girl who looked like that who ever came to Spence for even 2 weeks people would remember. That's one. Two, you all play in a very small pool. People who are friends with both of you who I know have never heard of either of you. Not a single one. If a hot blonde facebooks someone you are going to accept, but you know this. And Georgetown...come on. You don't think I know people at the State Department who can run a background check and see that Ashley never went to Georgetown, or that she bought her cell phone at a CellCo in Hackensack? And Elle? Really? Nobody there has ever heard of Ashley York. It sucks getting fired, but it really must really suck getting fired from a pretend job. I could literally go on for another half an hour. A Saturday flight to London at 4:00 doesn't exist and neither does a flight at 3:30, or 3:00, so while I heard all three times thrown out it really doesn't matter. MOMA in Brooklyn? Nashville, Chicago, Miami, North Carolina? Is Marley real? Royal Ascot? What are you going to tell me next, that Ashley got hit in the head with a steel beam back on 9/11? What you all did to Cole was really wrong, and I'm just happy that I asked around as soon as I thought shit was getting weird. And just when I really thought that maybe I was paranoid, you call me, sounding like a dude from Ronkonkoma, and not girl from Old Westbury. If you have laryngitis, I hope you get better, but no girl who allegedly grew up in Old Westbury and went to Columbia talks like that.
If you are going to try to pull this shit, pick people from the Midwest who don't know any better or tighten up your game. "Ashley" was actually very charming and sweet and seemingly bright when I spoke to her. It's a shame you all clearly get off on doing this to unsuspecting people. I want to know the real deal and so do a ton of people that I know. I'm not sure we'll ever figure it out though, but if you want to let me know I'd certainly be happy to pass along the story behind it all. I really want to know who those blondes are. If you know that at least give me that before you go silent. And I hope I'm 100% wrong on this because this would be an extremely ridiculous message, but I know I'm 100% right. You really picked the wrong person this time.
Krista Marks July 26, 2008 at 5:28pm Report
You are 100 percent wrong and fuck u I do talk like that. I never did anything to you and I like Ash is real. I am a good person you are. Clearly paranoid. I don't have time for games. Wow - goodbye.
Sent via Facebook Mobile
Catharsis can be a beautiful thing. Who knew that sounding like you're from Ronkonkoma was so horrible either? Her response was super weird too. It was as if he-she just got his-her hand caught in the cookie jar. Some of the details in the note you may not be familiar with. The one that piqued your interested was the 9/11 comment. Apparently at one point on one of Cole's visits Ashley had a relapse into a coma post-head trauma somehow related to a falling beam on 9/11 and was at an undisclosed hospital location. I know...
But it felt good. Really good. If I wasn't going to catch these two I'd at least like to put a scare into them.
The next day I went onto Ashley's profile. When I read what was on her page I could barely believe it. The chutzpah of some people. I don't have the exact quote, but she stated that at some point in the last six months someone had stolen her facebook login and had been communicating with a number of people. She said how sorry she was for the miscommunications and how sorry she was if she hurt anyone. She went on to say how traumatic it was for her these last few months and how deeply affected she'd been by this invasion of her privacy. Rrrrrright. I call bullshit. In fact, I felt it was time to call it to her face (or as least as close as I could get to her face).
Here's my email....and please excuses typos and grammar. It wasn't my finest piece of writing.
Thursday, July 31, 2008 12:56 AM
Ashley,
I just saw your facebook message and I'm really confused. I can't believe that someone stole your identity and has been pretending they have been you for the past 6 months. I was still talking to you on the phone and also through facebook so I really don't know who I was speaking to. Clearly what's going on now is that you are pretending that someone stole your pretend identity. Unfortunately I think you're in over your head a little bit. There's no Ashley York, plain and simple, and I can tell you why.
1. You didn't go to Spence. I know a lot of girls who graduated in '00 and none of them have ever heard of you. You didn't go there for one day, one week, or one year. I actually made people go back through their yearbook and check. Nothing.
2. You didn't go to Georgetown, and I know this because my friend works in Homeland Security and did a background check and there's no Ashley York that ever went to Georgetown. So I guess you didn't make the tennis team there either. Oh, and you got your cellphone at a CellCo in Hackensack. My buddy at Homeland Security told me that too. He also told me the phone is registered to Kim Daniel. Do you know her?
3. Your Dad doesn't work for Merrill. I have a good friend who's an MD there and he told me the only York in the system is in Louisville, or something ridiculous like that.
4. You didn't work at Elle because I know people there and nobody has heard of you. People called, and again nobody has ever heard of you. Interns make the masthead, so it's hard to believe you wouldn't be up there as well. And even worse is that you got fired from an imaginary job. Talk about a tough job market.
5. You never had a flight to Wimbledon, because a 3:00 Saturday flight doesn't exist and neither does a 3:30 or a 4:00.
6. You never were in the Hamptons that weekend and I can't believe I got worked up over all that when you probably did all that just from the comfort of your own apartment.
7. You probably don't even have a dog.
8. Krista is a dude. LOL!! I have no idea why he/she called me trying to pretend it was a girl.And I don't know who Karine is, but from what I gather Krista and this Karine are the same person too. The question is whether all three of you are the same person.
9. Cole. How could you fuck with someone like that? That's just straight up malicious. I don't think you realize the pool your playing in is way smaller than you think. People know people. They talk. They have friends who talk. They see through this facebook shit.
10. If you were British royalty you would a) have better manners and a more authentic accent and b) wouldn't be fucking around on facebook and you'd have better things to do than talk with strangers, such as myself, until the wee hours of the morning.
I'm going to stop there, but I don't know where Ashley York stopped, and pretend Ashley York began, or Kim Daniel stopped and Ashley York began. I don't know who was telling me what. Whoever I spoke to, I enjoyed speaking with her, but I don't even know who that was. The thing is, there is no Ashley York, and that blonde girl is some randomly gorgeous girl who is not you and you've been swiping her pics from somewhere and posting it on the web. Although, if you know who it is can you tell me because I'd like to meet her. I'm over this whole thing, but a lot of the people who I've told this saga to are not over it, and a lot are willing to put in the leg work to figure it out. I'm back in school in a few weeks, where I can move on and focus on meeting real people.
-John
I'll tell you what, that felt pretty good too, but solving the mystery would've felt a hell of a lot better. One day after I wrote the email Ashley York disappeared off Facebook. Poof. Like Keyser Soze.
I had an eleven hour drive to Ann Arbor in a few days. I drove out with a buddy and of course I told him the story. We tried to piece it all together, but we couldn't. His question was the same question most of the people would ask, "so who was the girl in the picture?". I had no clue. It really was a shame that we'd never figure out who those two blond girls actually were...until we did, two weeks later.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Ashley York Vol 7: A Tangled Web
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Ashley York Vol 6: Troy's Tale
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Ashley York Vol 5: Team Krashley & The Department of Homeland Security
I think u need to just be u and let it come naturally. Think u two went thru somethin awkward and need to just do what u to do and talk. Maybe dont add the pressure of mtg up but get her all gaga bout u again. Just my opinion. U still like her?
HAVE A GOOD NITE!