Would it kill you to visit?

Dear FutureMe, Well, it's 2003, September, and another summer goes by without a visit. Let me jog your memory - 1999, July, Me kicking back with a beer on a blanket in the park - enter FutureMe "Hey! It's me! Man you are missing out. The future is freaky. Listen, can't stay long - space-time continuum, you understand. But, hey - why don't we meet up once a year and catch up. Don't worry, I'll know where to find ya. Later." Guess you must have found the woman (or synth) of your dreams sometime on one of your "future jaunts", and forgotten all about me. Well, just you wait and see, when I'm in the future I'll show you - I won't visit me either. Later, Me