A letter from July 28th, 2016

Dear FutureMe, "May you live in interesting times". A simple statement that upon further examination also feels like a curse....! The options trader/strategist gig for the large spread trader died along with the trader a few days/weeks after I sent the first batch of future me emails; ****** in a senseless tiff by a ***-wielding grudge-holder: a development I found absolutely jarring, numbing and shocking. A few interviews popped up over the next few months (assistant trader at a global macro hedge fund, night commodities trader for a large prop firm) -- only to each end in failure, as well. I've hit a low-point, so another round of future me emails must be in order...! We'll see what's next but holy smokes, I just keep getting reminded why I absolutely HATE surprises -- they're always unpleasant...! I'll throw in a bright spot: that cuuuuuute(!) young jogger in the red onion skin shorts is maybe-flirting with me; my god, he makes my heart skip a beat and soar...! If anything good ever comes of that, I'd be astounded; I don't even know his name, (or age! my god he's practically a toddler. I'm at least twice his age, whatever it is. ****.) but he -- just his smile, his friendly wave and chirpy, happy banter -- makes me feel alive again. When you read this, remember that heart-leaping feeling, and don't go jumping off that bridge just yet...! :-) I just realized that in my (our) too-brief time at the bond hedge fund, I was kinda a Big Swinging ****: Tom certainly was, and since the orders I worked were huge €300million Bund trades? $500millionUSD Tsy trades? Constantly? Back-and-forth? Yowza! Boy was I a ******* idiot for leaving that...! I knew it the first week at the options group. Oups. Time only goes in one direction. Gah. Remember that hottest maybe-*** maybe-flirty jogger...! Hah -- it'd be a REAL kick if you are (I am) reading this while dating/married to/fathering children with him years from now, huh...? Oh and Yahoo getting sold to Verizon as of 3-4 days ago, so future me email may be bouncing back in the decades to come. Que Sera Sera Hottie jogger ftw!