Dear Shirley,
Dear Shirley,
Ever noticed how much of a difference one letter can make? I originally opened this letter – by accident – with “Fear Shirley”. Quite a difference, indeed. No offence, Shirley, but nobody would fear you. You’re as soft and sweet as a lump of icing sitting in the sun on a hot day.
Unfortunately, John is the same way. Not John Jameson, that was over a while ago (Sorry I didn’t write to you earlier, it’s been quite a busy couple of months). This is John Burrell I’m talking about.
When I met him at the bar I thought he was the perfect guy – strong jaw, cute hair like that guy who was in our English class at Eastside (you know who I mean, Nick or Mike or something) and he was pretty funny. But I guess that was a weird day for him or something because since then, it’s all gone downhill.
He’s zoned out all the time now. He’s never listening to what I’m saying. It’s like he’s never been around a girl before. And it’s not like he’s not interested in being around me or something, because he’s always with me. He’s clingy and doesn’t listen to me. What kind of a messed up combination is that?
He keeps telling me all these weird things, too. Like how I should drink water, not juice. He was all “water isn’t dangerous!”. How is juice dangerous? I love juice. If he weren’t so nice, I would think he was a psycho or something.
Why do I always end up with the weird guys?
I am coming down to visit you soon. I’ll be single so we have to go to the bar.
Miss you!
Nancy.
Ever noticed how much of a difference one letter can make? I originally opened this letter – by accident – with “Fear Shirley”. Quite a difference, indeed. No offence, Shirley, but nobody would fear you. You’re as soft and sweet as a lump of icing sitting in the sun on a hot day.
Unfortunately, John is the same way. Not John Jameson, that was over a while ago (Sorry I didn’t write to you earlier, it’s been quite a busy couple of months). This is John Burrell I’m talking about.
When I met him at the bar I thought he was the perfect guy – strong jaw, cute hair like that guy who was in our English class at Eastside (you know who I mean, Nick or Mike or something) and he was pretty funny. But I guess that was a weird day for him or something because since then, it’s all gone downhill.
He’s zoned out all the time now. He’s never listening to what I’m saying. It’s like he’s never been around a girl before. And it’s not like he’s not interested in being around me or something, because he’s always with me. He’s clingy and doesn’t listen to me. What kind of a messed up combination is that?
He keeps telling me all these weird things, too. Like how I should drink water, not juice. He was all “water isn’t dangerous!”. How is juice dangerous? I love juice. If he weren’t so nice, I would think he was a psycho or something.
Why do I always end up with the weird guys?
I am coming down to visit you soon. I’ll be single so we have to go to the bar.
Miss you!
Nancy.