http://www.mccoolidge.com/2011/02/07/snail-mail-your-love/ MC Coolidge - Author of Sideways in Sarasota Wed, 09 May 2012 23:17:57 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.mccoolidge.com/2011/02/07/snail-mail-your-love/#comment-2595 John W. Perkins Wed, 09 Feb 2011 14:34:29 +0000 http://www.mccoolidge.com/?p=6906#comment-2595 Now, that's romantic. Now, that’s romantic.

]]> http://www.mccoolidge.com/2011/02/07/snail-mail-your-love/#comment-2594 Scott V. Wed, 09 Feb 2011 05:06:31 +0000 http://www.mccoolidge.com/?p=6906#comment-2594 Hey MC, How's this for snail mail? When I lived on Siesta Key I met a woman whom I connected with via pen and paper. We didn't use the postal service though, we instead stuffed our confessions in a Bird of Paridise that tucked by my door. This went on for months! We cultivated a mental conception of us based on our output. We met first in a bar, played a little kissey face, but after that, it was, rush home to see if my dream girl was thinking of me. We drew each other in and it became amazing. I dont have to dwell on the fact that nature took it course, (age factor) and we no longer communicate. But what a time we had. I was in love, and it could have all been lost on too much too soon. A lesson that keeps me honest with the girls I meet. If there isn't anything going on up stairs, then down stairs is just a fire drill: which can be hot! But like the country song sings, "i'm not as good as i once was, but I can be good once as I ever was" Hey MC, How’s this for snail mail? When I lived on Siesta Key I met a woman whom I connected with via pen and paper. We didn’t use the postal service though, we instead stuffed our confessions in a Bird of Paridise that tucked by my door. This went on for months! We cultivated a mental conception of us based on our output. We met first in a bar, played a little kissey face, but after that, it was, rush home to see if my dream girl was thinking of me. We drew each other in and it became amazing. I dont have to dwell on the fact that nature took it course, (age factor) and we no longer communicate. But what a time we had. I was in love, and it could have all been lost on too much too soon. A lesson that keeps me honest with the girls I meet. If there isn’t anything going on up stairs, then down stairs is just a fire drill: which can be hot! But like the country song sings, “i’m not as good as i once was, but I can be good once as I ever was”

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