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Dear Connie,
>>>
>>> I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
>>> "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>>> swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little
>> boy in me talking.
>>> Still,
>>> I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it
>>> was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride
>>> needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm
>>> tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>>> anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
>>> does.
>>> Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this
>>> is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for
>>> you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.
>>> They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to
>>> illustrate the depth of my desperation.
>>>
>>> She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only
>>> youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean,
>>> just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that
>>> just wouldn't quit, every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch
>>> being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made
>>> important in our lives.
>>> It's all so superficial.
>>>
>>> What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a
>>> better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately
>>> attractive Connie?
>>> I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
>>>
>>> I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd
>>> tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself
>>> thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
>>> flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else;
>>> some nagging feeling of loss.
>>> Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the
>>> same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?
>>> Nothing feels the same without you. Oh, Connie, I'm just going crazy
>>> without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
>>> Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She
>>> said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't
>>> know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
>>> Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids
>>> can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your
>> grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle
>>> it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it
>>> makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever
>> put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14
>>> years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
>>> Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
>> mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on
>>> her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful
>> time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general.
>>> She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So
>>> we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier
>> times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can
>>> do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.
>>> And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that
>>> gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying
>>> it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But
>>> do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
>>> cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your
>> heart you must know it.
>>> Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances
>>> away and start fresh? I think we can.
>>> If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
>>> Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?
>>> Love,
>>>
>>> Dan
>>>
>>> I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
>>> "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I
>>> swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little
>> boy in me talking.
>>> Still,
>>> I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it
>>> was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride
>>> needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm
>>> tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
>>> anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
>>> does.
>>> Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this
>>> is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for
>>> you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.
>>> They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to
>>> illustrate the depth of my desperation.
>>>
>>> She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only
>>> youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean,
>>> just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that
>>> just wouldn't quit, every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch
>>> being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made
>>> important in our lives.
>>> It's all so superficial.
>>>
>>> What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a
>>> better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately
>>> attractive Connie?
>>> I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
>>>
>>> I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd
>>> tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself
>>> thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
>>> flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else;
>>> some nagging feeling of loss.
>>> Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the
>>> same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?
>>> Nothing feels the same without you. Oh, Connie, I'm just going crazy
>>> without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
>>> Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She
>>> said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't
>>> know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
>>> Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids
>>> can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your
>> grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle
>>> it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it
>>> makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever
>> put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14
>>> years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
>>> Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
>> mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on
>>> her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful
>> time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general.
>>> She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So
>>> we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier
>> times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can
>>> do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.
>>> And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that
>>> gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying
>>> it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But
>>> do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
>>> cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your
>> heart you must know it.
>>> Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances
>>> away and start fresh? I think we can.
>>> If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
>>> Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is?
>>> Love,
>>>
>>> Dan
Wow! Pounding her little sisters cinnamon ring....MmmmMm tasty!
