Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I was digging through my (extremely disorganized) filing cabinet, looking for some documents, when I came across this file folder with the fading label "nice letters."
And inside was just that, nice letters. A few notifications that I'd won some award or other, some thank you cards, but mostly, actually, love letters. Old pre-N love letters from past girlfriends and almost-girlfriends and sorta-girlfriends (A, D, M, R, etc). It was exciting to find them (who doesn't like love letters?) but I was surprised by how quickly I grew bored reading them. Maybe love is boring when you're not in it anymore. The same with infatuation.
There wasn't even anything funny enough to, say, yuk it up about in a blog.
In the end they really are just "nice letters," and the best place for them is filed away with "funny stuff" and "important documents."
"Bond, this is D, heavy weapons specialist, M hand-to-hand expert, R computer genius, and A, our best cryptographer."
"I look forward to working under all of them."
As for the comment above--I don't buy into any of those set rules for dating and love. I think its individual.
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