Dear Mr. Postman
This amuses me to no end.
Y'know how I'm always bitching about manners being dead? It's Monday, and I just received a letter - an honest to god have to post it with a stamp letter - from a guy I met on Saturday. He is thanking me for a lovely evening and telling me how much he enjoyed meeting me, as well as repeating the invitation to a dinner party he is throwing on the 24th.
He then goes on to mention our little turn on the dancefloor, and how he's been wanting to take lessons. And here's the kicker: Would I please do him the honor of being his dance partner?
BWA-hahahah! This is without a doubt the most well-behaved gentleman I have ever encountered, and my bitter and withered little soul is trying to calculate exactly how many points he figured he'd score by this approach, all the while my tiny little romantic bone is screaming, "a lot, and you know it!" I am the epitome of ambivalence right now.
So obviously, I did the only natural thing: I stormed down to my neighbors and made a big production about reading it out loud while trying to swallow my guffaws. They cracked up with me and promptly stated that this is such a typical Tink Occurrence. Only on my channel, people. It's what makes me love being me.
Also, I might just totally take him up on it.
Y'know how I'm always bitching about manners being dead? It's Monday, and I just received a letter - an honest to god have to post it with a stamp letter - from a guy I met on Saturday. He is thanking me for a lovely evening and telling me how much he enjoyed meeting me, as well as repeating the invitation to a dinner party he is throwing on the 24th.
He then goes on to mention our little turn on the dancefloor, and how he's been wanting to take lessons. And here's the kicker: Would I please do him the honor of being his dance partner?
BWA-hahahah! This is without a doubt the most well-behaved gentleman I have ever encountered, and my bitter and withered little soul is trying to calculate exactly how many points he figured he'd score by this approach, all the while my tiny little romantic bone is screaming, "a lot, and you know it!" I am the epitome of ambivalence right now.
So obviously, I did the only natural thing: I stormed down to my neighbors and made a big production about reading it out loud while trying to swallow my guffaws. They cracked up with me and promptly stated that this is such a typical Tink Occurrence. Only on my channel, people. It's what makes me love being me.
Also, I might just totally take him up on it.