*I wrote this several years ago, and received positive comments, so this will be my first post. Basically, I am going to write letters to people. Many of the famous, some of them not. They will all have done something to annoy me.
Dearest Katie,
It has been some time since we last spoke, and I hope the world has been treating you well. You'll have to excuse my frantic juxtapositions in this letter because I heard most distressing news the other day. Someone informed me that you have imminent plans to wed. How could you do this to me? After all the fond times we've spent together, how could you throw it all away?
Have you forgotten the first time we met? It was a chance encounter in a video store in Wilmington, NC. You returned a copy of Chaplin nearly a month late and I voided the entire late fee. It was over fifty dollars. I could have been fired, Katie, but I did it for you because I loved you. After I risked my livelihood out of my sheer devotion to you, I went out on a limb and asked you to accompany me to a party later that evening. It was short notice, and you were unable to attend but your warm smile as you left the establishment told me how much you appreciated the gesture.
Have you forgotten our second meeting? At the Screen Gems film studio, built by the incomparable Frank Capra, Jr., I was portraying a Bayside football player, and you were featured heavily in the scene. You walked past me in the high school hallway set and the twinkle of recognition in your eye spoke volumes about the connection we'd shared a few weeks prior.
Several times I had the pleasure of seeing you driving around town. Once I pulled up next to you at a stoplight at the corner of College Rd. and Randall Pkwy. I waved shyly and you flashed me an elegant smile and returned the friendly hand wave. I considered pulling up behind you and ever so slightly tapping your rear bumper with my front bumper, so that we could each exit our vehicles and have some time for conversation. I refrained.
Your modest home just off Racine Dr. was a mere stone's throw from my student apartment. Several times I contemplated paying you a visit. How I longed to spend my evenings bathed in the warm glow of a fire, as we swapped stories about our childhoods and our plans for the future. I never got up the courage to ring your doorbell.
Our final meeting was in a Verizon store. You were looking for a new cellular phone and I remarked that several of my friends had complained about their service from other carriers, but that Verizon supposedly had the strongest signal in town. Our conversation could have led to more, but I sensed your urgency and being the gentleman that I am, I let you get back to your shopping.
So even though our relationship had so much potential, it was never given time to grow. Your job took you to another city, and we lost touch with one another. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years.
And then I heard about the other man. I am not usually the kind of person who receives satisfaction from pointing out the shortcomings of others, but in this case I cannot remain silent. I'm sure I'm not the first one to tell you this, but he is entirely too old for you. It may not seem like it could have a profound effect on your relationship, but it will. You are from different generation, you have different world views, you will never be simpatico. The fact that he already has two failed marriages should also be a clue that he probably is not the best person to make such a commitment to. As he is reciting the vows, remember to tell yourself that you are the third person he has said them to, and then consider his sincerity. And it may be taboo to bring this up, but as he never sired any children with wife number one or wife number two, that points to a potential reproductive malfunction on his part.
Despite how you have hurt me, sweet, sweet Katie (or Sweetiekates as I would have called you) my love for you remains. I wish you all the best. Perhaps it would make you happy to know that I have found someone new as well. Her name is Sarah and she is much more suited to me, and above everything else she treats me the way you never could. She and I will be married someday, and maybe then the four of us can get together. I'm sure it would not be awkward.
Take care of yourself.
Love,
Mike
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