2 Open Letters
Dear Fey Girl from Vermont,
I wanted to say thanks for hanging out with me at the pub. It's been almost three years since I've put myself out there and struck up a conversation with a beautiful stranger, let alone someone at a bar. Until the other night I was scared to death at the prospect, but now I'm feeling more like my old self and that means the world. Thanks also for reading me some of your poetry and thoughts, it put a smile on my face straight through the next day. I must have seemed a little goofy, giving you the rest of my smokes before you left, but hell, it felt nice to give someone something. I've got a lot to give and if I can't give my heart then a pack of smokes will do. I'm a goofy sort of guy.
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Dear Irish Girls Who Found My Fake Accent Slightly Offensive,
I guess I understand where your coming from, but I'd argue that you're taking yourselves much too seriously. There's not a mocking bone in my body when I do that accent, just pure love of the sound of it. I love accents. All of them. Hell, I could practically fall head over heals for a voice alone, especially one with an Irish accent. I love theatrics and love to play different characters. It's not as if I use it to impress girls or anything. I'm not dishonest about it. Can't a silly American boy have his love of Sinead O'Connor, traditional folk music, Irish caps, stout and whiskey without fear of reprisal? If not than why not let me see your joy so I can grind it into the ground with my heel.
I wanted to say thanks for hanging out with me at the pub. It's been almost three years since I've put myself out there and struck up a conversation with a beautiful stranger, let alone someone at a bar. Until the other night I was scared to death at the prospect, but now I'm feeling more like my old self and that means the world. Thanks also for reading me some of your poetry and thoughts, it put a smile on my face straight through the next day. I must have seemed a little goofy, giving you the rest of my smokes before you left, but hell, it felt nice to give someone something. I've got a lot to give and if I can't give my heart then a pack of smokes will do. I'm a goofy sort of guy.
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Dear Irish Girls Who Found My Fake Accent Slightly Offensive,
I guess I understand where your coming from, but I'd argue that you're taking yourselves much too seriously. There's not a mocking bone in my body when I do that accent, just pure love of the sound of it. I love accents. All of them. Hell, I could practically fall head over heals for a voice alone, especially one with an Irish accent. I love theatrics and love to play different characters. It's not as if I use it to impress girls or anything. I'm not dishonest about it. Can't a silly American boy have his love of Sinead O'Connor, traditional folk music, Irish caps, stout and whiskey without fear of reprisal? If not than why not let me see your joy so I can grind it into the ground with my heel.