From: BbyBlue84@aol.com
Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:13:18 EDT
Subject: Christina's Fanfiction, Part II
Source: direct

    I don't know if this next one can be counted as actual fanfiction, but I 
wrote it after watching a show, and I thought it was cute.

Guys... Girls...

Mulder: I will never understand women. 
    Especially the red haired, quick-tempered medical doctor types, one of 
whom just *happens* to be my partner. I've asked her, and she's tried to 
explain it to me, all those female terms men will just *never* understand, no 
matter how hard they try. And you know what? It's been almost seven years, 
and I'm still learning. 
    I'm still learning how the situation can affect if no means no, or if no 
means yes. And how when she says to leave her alone, she really wants me to 
stay. And when she says she's fine, she's really not.  Plus, I have learned 
that when I ask her if she wants chocolate or vanilla ice cream, and she says 
chocolate, and I bring it back, she gets mad, which is why I ask her five 
times, then she gets irritated at my asking the same question five times.
    Now I know all guys know what I mean. They pretend they don't, but it's 
ok guys, I understand. Don't live in denial any more. Just accept the facts: 
WE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WOMEN.

Scully: Men will never understand us. Specifically the tall, lanky ones that 
have bad sense of humor, and like to think they're funny. Of course, one of 
them just *happens* to be my partner. I mean, it just seems to me like guys 
have no clue what's going on at all times. They like to think they do, but 
they really don't. 
    They like to think they know exactly what we mean when we say something, 
even though we know it means something totally different. And how they ask 
you if you want chocolate or vanilla ice cream, and you say chocolate, hoping 
they'll know you want cookie dough, but you're trying not to be difficult, 
then they bring you back the chocolate, and are bewildered when you get 
upset. 
    Of course, after that happening one time, they ask you the same question 
five times, which gets really annoying.
    Or how when they say, "Are you ok?" you're really not, but you say yes, 
hoping they'll know you're lying. Or when they say, "Should I go? Do you want 
to be left alone?", and you say yes, praying they'll know you need them 
desperately.
    But they never get it. 
    Just face it, guys will never understand us.

    Ok, my last story, (I swear), is pretty long. I don't know if you will 
accept it, but I'm pretty sure it's about 17 pages long in Times New Roman 10 
font. If you don't have the time or whatever, to read it, I understand, just 
let me know....
                                        Christina