shereads
Sloganless
- Joined
- Jun 6, 2003
- Posts
- 19,242
Someone forwarded this to me. I don't know the author. I hope Connie appreciates him.
~ ~ ~
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.
> Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And
> everything I do just reminds me of you.
Love, Dan
(to be continued)
~ ~ ~
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.
> Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And
> everything I do just reminds me of you.
Love, Dan
(to be continued)
Last edited:
