Monday, April 28, 2014

my darling harry,


i never thought that it would come this, and it saddens me to say it, but I have become boring.  it isn't for lack of trying.  No, i still go out and get the odd pair of fmp shoes and do my best to cause a stir but lately all that i get are yawns from this audience.
it might be that i have crossed over in to that great unknown land of, dare i even say it...middle age.  Or perhaps i expect too much.  But why would a fella want to drop diamonds on an old gal when the 30 somethings are out there looking young and vibrant and knocking down the big bucks?
Makes sense to me now, oh it is so clear why the old ladies just sat on the porch swing drinking vodka all day when i was a kid.  Except harry dearest darling, i'm just  not ready for the porch swing. i still want somebody to swing my back porch around a little and before you tsk me i only meant dancing (well i really meant making love but dancing will do for now).
i can't complain...except i can complain harry darling and i am.  if i may be so bold (which is what gets me in trouble every single time) i need to know what it is that keeps those men over on that side of the couch while i sit here on this side in a pretty black dress and these amazing shoes and this fabulous red lipstick.  what did you say harry dearest darling sweetheart?  that i am particular?  well, wouldn't you be?
where is it written that i have to go out with the ones who drink too much and are crying in that very same beer over their exes because they were fool enough to leave the drunk in the first place?   harry, honey?
i remember that you said i would have to kiss a lot of frogs to find my prince but my lips are dry and there is no prince in site and sweetheart harry, there is a looooooong line of frogs darling.  okay, so maybe i am a frogette and not a princess.  but if that is true harry dear then at least my froggie could be more than 5'6" tall. Sweetie i am 6 foot in these fancy heels and it would be nice to have a man that could look me in the eye and not the chest.
listen harry.....i'm getting tired dear
guess i will sign off for now

your pen pal and sweetest platonic friend

me