Court psychologist wants to know why her selection in men is so bad
That's so laughable. I'm sure he must be suggesting an esteem problem exists.
Maybe the smarmy husband she has now wooed her like this...
I really like the sweater you wore to school today. I don't think you've ever really noticed me. I don't get all this algebra stuff, do you? What do we need to know it for anyway? It's not like anyone ever actually uses it! So there's Mrs. Whifflinger droning on and on about squaring this and squaring that, like I give a rat's ass anyway. I didn't even have my algebra book open! If I did they'd see where I wrote Josie and G, like a million times with my leaky blue bic pen so that my smudgy blue fingereprints are all over the place so that even the halfwitts in Missing Textbooks Forensics will be able to figure out I did it. Big whoop! What are they gonna do? Pack me off to the salt mines? Please do ! Put me out of my misery! I threw a paper airplane at you in studyhall this morning. I wrote "I think you're cute" on one wing and" Do you like me?" on the other and I tossed it at you, but it hit that big fat jock, Jimmy Twodoor on the back of the head and he picked it up and turned around and looked right at me and said ,"I'm gonna kick your faggoty ass!" Sigh. Oh well. I'm gonna get my ass kicked and be sent to the salt mines. At least I'll have you to dream about. xoxoxoG
About the time I became a blogger I also dabbled in internet dating. It wasn't too many dates before I realized the letter writing was a lot more fun than the actual meetings.
Though in the case of the author of the letter above, the date exceeded my wildest imaginings.
He arrived with his dog and without his wallet. He then proceeded to call another woman from my phone to ask her if he could borrow some money.
I footed the bill for dinner. It was a cheap cafe. I figured the cost of dinner was worth the entertainment value. He assured me he'd send me a check.
After dinner we went back to my house. He was tall and handsome we'd been writing each other for months. Though he seemed scattered and somewhat silly, he was friendly and funny too.
He went outside to his pickup and brought in an antique Victrola to serenade me with. I recall him singing along to the record- though I can't recall the tune.
After a while he left.
I got a check in the mail. It bounced. We talked on the phone about the check. He told me to re-deposit it. I did. It cleared.
I never heard from the man again. I know that's a good thing most likely. But I still wonder about him.