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huxley
> > Who says blokes can't be sentimental & emotional???
> >
> > A letter written by a heartbroken man to his estranged partner
> >
> > Dear Audrey:
> >
> > I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during
> > our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait any more. 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 any more. 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, Audrey."
> > 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 Flamingoes 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. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell.
> > 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 Audrey? 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 niggling
> > 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, Audrey, to watch.
> > Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus,
> > Audrey, 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
> > Pontins 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 areer 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 Audrey ever put the mirror on the
> > floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never
> > used it as a s*x
> > aid." 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 counsel about you and about women in
>general.
She's pulling for us to get back together, Audrey, She really is. So
>we're drinking in a hot 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 and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you
about
trying it and how that probably fuelled 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, Audrey. In
your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just
wipe out all the grievances 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 Sky remote control is.
> >
> > Luke.
> >
> >
> >
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Mike
"Macie" <m...@privacy.net> wrote in message
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> On Mon, 12 Jan 2004 19:07:13 -0000, "huxley" <hux...@sdfntlworld.com>
> wrote:
>
> >Stick with it....
> >
> >> > Who says blokes can't be sentimental & emotional???
>
>
> It was good, although for added compassion I would include her mother,
> her best friend, and the 12 year long affair.......
>
>
> --
>
> Macie
> ZZR600E1
That would have overplayed it and made it into one of those soppy american
type affairs. No, that story hit the nailon the head (no pun intended).
Does anyone have the sisters no.?
Mike