A girl got a love letter from her boyfriend.
It read
“Darling, I think of you all the time.
Your naturally wavy blond hair, brown eyes,
prominent cheek bones, scar on your cheek,
slim build, five feet two inches height, and
a hundred and ten pounds frame.” Her roommate told her that was an unusually worded love letter and asked her what he did for a living. She said, “Oh! He has a great job. He writes
reports of missing persons for the police.”
People often wonder what is going on in my head. Personally, I think this is a dangerous activity and those whose curiousity has been peaked should proceed with caution. Periodically, I have some sort of relationship drama and it seems like I am always the one to try and smooth things over which is always completely exhausting. This is usually accomplished through my creative writing skills. I believe it was that scratch n' sniff certificate presented to me in the 3rd grade commending my excellent writing skills that inspired me. So, the other day somebody asked me to read something that I wrote. I was short on time so I decided to print it out for them, thinking that they would just read it in front of me and then I could recycle it, but NO! They took off with it like a dog in heat with a cheap stuffed animal won at the fair via a game of duck hunt. They knew they had knowledge in their possession. I wondered what on earth they planned on doing with it and then it hit me. They were going to use it to mislead some naive girl into believing that they were sensitive and knew how to put their thoughts and feelings in writing. Right...Written by a man? The moral of the story is: Ladies, if you receive an awesome love letter from your man, it is not random or planned. I wrote that manifesto! Ask any of my ex-boyfriends. Any thoughts that I put into writing practically turn into a graduate thesis.
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