I grew up
using an ancient form of communication known as letter writing. Don't
laugh. In an earlier era, my only choice might have been
a hammer, chisel
and stone Morse code. Letter writing was not only an art, it
was also a skill and the reward for sweating over ever-so-thin Par Avion paper
with a fine point pen was to anxiously patiently wait for a response to
arrive in a mailbox by racing walking to it once a day instead of
clicking on a mouse every ten seconds. Instant
gratification the form of reply took forever weeks if not months to
receive. But with it, came the feeling of the paper in your hands,
knowing that the words were written in a drunken stupor only for you.
Now that technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, the art of writing any
kind of letter, but love letters in particular, has all but been murdered by
the invention of the computer.
noticed how impersonal e-mail has become? Nobody even mentions
your name anymore in a salutation. Facebook and Twitter? They've
all but killed the potential beauty of written expression and reduced our lives
to self-promoting vapid Tweets and strange impersonal updates.
There's just no romance whatsoever going on in the world of communications.
And here I sit with a couple of hundred boxes of mushy old love letters
that I just can't bring myself to throw away. Who doesn't?
wonder why I'm keeping all these steamy missives
from you. Truth
be told, these love letters were written by me to and for
someone else. Okay, "elses" if you really must know. The amount
of written correspondence I have received in my lifetime from lawyers or the
IRS my nephew is negligible at best. There, I've just admitted it; I have
never received a love letter. In my life.
the years I have gotten my share of sappy greeting cards complete with a
signature (in ink no less) or cds of musical compilations
that were meant to
express what a man's vocabulary could not. Those were the precursors
to what we do on daily basis now. They are like instant messages with
emoticons but carry no real feeling. Worst of all, you have to pay for
them. Yeah, I laugh my ass off just reading that you spent $4.99 on that
crappy card that sells by the thousands was hand-picked just for me.
to realize love letter writing is almost a completely lost art. That I
have never been the recipient of a bonafide love letter of any kind may
support this theory. And even though I'm not sure I'm ready to receive one just
yet, I thought I would provide a public service to any man who is verbally
paralyzed or emotionally challenged thinking about writing a love letter to
me in the future by sharing what I'm hoping I will never read:
What's your Name. Sexy or Fill in the Blank Patricia:
with you was really hot
especially as I was picturing that babe from the
porn website I visit each morning when you're in the shower. When I
look into your eyes I always have to remind myself what color they are so I
can remember if you ask, all I can see is how we have no future
nothing but time. How
about those Lions? It's amazing how quickly time passes when we are working
in separate cities together. I think of you every five minutes you
e-mail me and I can't wait to shut down my computer see you again sometime
in the distant future. Do you think of me as often as I think of
that hot babe from the porn website you? Yeah, I'll admit it; I'm a
little obsessed with her insecure.
telling all the guys about
the great sex we had over the weekend you.
They can't wait to meet you next week and see for themselves what a
beautiful house and breasts you have an incredible woman you are. Don't
go out of your way to prepare anything for our party us; just have
plenty of beer and bring in pizza be yourself. Don't worry; the guys
will all pitch in with the cleanup. So far we've collected $7.50.
you were planning for us we were talking about? I don't
think it's ever going to work out this Christmas. A bunch of my
colleagues invited me to go on some yacht in the Caribbean that is staffed
completely by hot chicks skiing in Aspen and since I know you had that
horrible accident and hate to ski, I wouldn't want to have you show up
make you uncomfortable. But, I'll be back just in time for New Year's eve
Mardi Gras spring, if something better doesn't come up I promise.
told you how much I miss
my single life you? I should really get
better at articulating my feelings more clearly. Meeting you has made me
a much better liar person. I really want to work on that bringing
you to orgasm thing part of myself.
get out of this somehow go now. I'm late to a meeting with
a girl I just met in a bar. She has a much better body than yours
promised to bring me some much needed release clients so that I can
continue to treat you in the way you demand deserve to be loved and
wanted you to know that my life would be so much less
and complete without you in it. Give your friend Amy a pinch on the
ass my warmest regards from me, will you? Yours
truly With all my fear love,
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