Letter to the wife
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Letter to the wife
Dear Audrey:
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore.
The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just
the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first
one to make contact.
In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I
guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of
things.
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is
what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Audrey."
I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're
not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingoes and brought her home with me.
I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my
desperation.
She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth
and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a
perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an *** like a tortoise shell.
Every man's dream, right?
But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at
the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What
does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this
case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better
person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Audrey?
I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I Don't know,
maybe I'm just growing up a little.
Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found
myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some ****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Audrey, to
watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus,
Audrey, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds
me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Pontins last year?
Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured
I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant
till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of
wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom. And
this tart's a total monster in the sack.
She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not
hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us.
And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old
vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can
watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I
can't help thinking, "Why didn't Audrey ever put the mirror on the floor?
We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex
aid."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her
shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.
She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general.
She's pulling for us to get back together, Audrey, She really is.
So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's
this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how
much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me
cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole **** thing and
that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying
it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do
you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
It's true, Audrey. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could
start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh?
I think we can. If you feel the same please please please let me know,
otherwise, can you let me know where the Comcast remote control is.
John
I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore.
The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just
the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first
one to make contact.
In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I
guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of
things.
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad
anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is
what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Audrey."
I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're
not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingoes and brought her home with me.
I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my
desperation.
She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth
and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a
perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an *** like a tortoise shell.
Every man's dream, right?
But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at
the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What
does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this
case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better
person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Audrey?
I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I Don't know,
maybe I'm just growing up a little.
Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found
myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some ****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it
hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Audrey, to
watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus,
Audrey, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds
me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Pontins last year?
Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured
I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant
till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of
wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom. And
this tart's a total monster in the sack.
She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not
hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us.
And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old
vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can
watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I
can't help thinking, "Why didn't Audrey ever put the mirror on the floor?
We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex
aid."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her
shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.
She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general.
She's pulling for us to get back together, Audrey, She really is.
So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's
this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how
much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me
cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole **** thing and
that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying
it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do
you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
It's true, Audrey. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could
start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh?
I think we can. If you feel the same please please please let me know,
otherwise, can you let me know where the Comcast remote control is.
John
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you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
This is classic I'm gonna use this line to the ol tonight. Who knows it might get me somewhere.
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?
This is classic I'm gonna use this line to the ol tonight. Who knows it might get me somewhere.
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01-31-2009, 06:15 AM
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NOW, that thar is JUST disgusting, Kristy. 
You dunn shood be 'shamed o' yusef. 
You dunn shood be 'shamed o' yusef.
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01-31-2009, 07:38 AM
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I feel your PAIN bro,Audrey, if you will permit me to say so is nothing more that a sadist! It's evident to all who read your thread that she enjoys the suffering you are going through,after all you are not as young as you once were and those girls could have hurt you.You have my sympathy and support,feel free to call upon me if two or more of the young women show up at your house intent on using you for cheap sexual gratification.Rawhide to the rescue!
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01-31-2009, 08:54 AM
Dear John,
Please wake up, you are once again having those tormented dreams where you do things that you can ONLY do in dreams. I am so sorry that you cannot get the women of your dreams in reality since none will have you with that giant beer pot belly of yours and Viagra is no longer working for you. So sorry to have been worrying about my career, when doing so has advanced our household income by at least 80K a year, and that I worry about the kids hearing us having sex, when there are some people that don't worry about their kids at all. I'm also sorry about worrying about my weight, when that is what our society expects us women to do, when everyone thinks you should be the size of a pencil. No, I don't look like an 18 year old anymore, but neither will that 18 year old when she's middle aged. And believe me....you don't look like you did when you were 18 either so why do you expect that of me.
Dear John....go back to your dreams....I'm getting the heck outta here.
Audrey
Just kiddin'?
Wasn't trying to ruin anybody's fun.
Please wake up, you are once again having those tormented dreams where you do things that you can ONLY do in dreams. I am so sorry that you cannot get the women of your dreams in reality since none will have you with that giant beer pot belly of yours and Viagra is no longer working for you. So sorry to have been worrying about my career, when doing so has advanced our household income by at least 80K a year, and that I worry about the kids hearing us having sex, when there are some people that don't worry about their kids at all. I'm also sorry about worrying about my weight, when that is what our society expects us women to do, when everyone thinks you should be the size of a pencil. No, I don't look like an 18 year old anymore, but neither will that 18 year old when she's middle aged. And believe me....you don't look like you did when you were 18 either so why do you expect that of me.
Dear John....go back to your dreams....I'm getting the heck outta here.
Audrey
Just kiddin'?
Wasn't trying to ruin anybody's fun.
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