I write letters too. I’m not just a postcard person. Occasionally, I attempt to start a pen pal relationship with someone I meet on postcrossing. One such person lives in China. He and I wrote a few letters back and forth, until I got one that just made me flat-out uncomfortable. It’s been many months since I got the letter. I won’t go into great detail, but I can tell you that every time he wrote, he asked me to send him small denominations of money. I sent some coins the first time, but I have no idea if he ever got them. Then he said things about the United States hating China. That was what made me uncomfortable. I have no idea what kind of misinformation the Chinese public is given, but I no longer felt the need to write this person and defend my country.
I emailed him through postcrossing and told him that I didn’t think we were a good fit and that I would not be continuing our exchange of letters. He emailed back and angrily asked me to explain myself. I chose not to do that. This weekend, I got a postcard from him, as if nothing has happened, asking for my advice about his education, saying he needed my help.
Yep, I still felt creepy when I read this one too. I’m showing the stamps from his card. I did like them.