Love Letter?
Adrienne was cleaning out the garage today and she stumbled on the first letter I ever wrote to her.
Mrs. Blumer,
If your damn dog doesn’t shut up I am going to shoot it!
Can’t a man get a decent night’s sleep in his own home!? I mean, I can understand not sleeping well in someone else’s home-you know, if you just showed up and layed down on their couch- then maybe you could expect to be awakened by someone saying, “what the hell are you doing on my couch!” But in my own bed?! So shut up the chiuahua or he gets it!
Once at RICKS, I was in a rock band and we were going to go practice, but I had a paper due the next day and I needed the computer in the library which was to close in 2 hours. The band (and rock in general) cajoled me into playing, telling me to use their friends computer that night (it would be no problem they told me.)
So we went and we rocked and came back and I’m going to this guys house at about 1:30a, when I find out that it isn’t their friend’s computer, it was one of his roomates, and they didn’t even share rooms.
I still remember the silent expression on his face when he suddenly woke up and looked at me as I sat and typed away on his computer, right beside his bed. I just typed away like this was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t even ask me my name. He just looked at me for a moment, and then rolled over and went to bed. I guess some people just know how to put up with a lot of crap. He’d fit right in in Canada.
The first note my wife ever wrote me was on a post-it which I had stuck in a book I was reading. Not realizing that this precious note would one day be the first communication between me and the love of my life, I used it as a kleenex one night when I was too lazy to get out of bed while reading.
The sad thing is that I actually stopped and thought to myself “What if I end up marrying her?” and then did it anyway.