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[pizzleboy]

Dear Terri,

I know the counsellor 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,
Terri."

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 the
Rainbow Room 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,
Terri, 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. T!ts you wouldn't believe and an @ss like a tortoise shell. Every
man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at
the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. 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
Terri? 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 quart of throat yoghurt, I found
myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just
her flawless technique or her s!utty, shameless hunger, but something
else. Some niggling 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,
Terri, to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without
you, baby. Jesus, Terri, I'm just going crazy without you. And
everything I do Just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mum we met At Mt. Sinai Baptist
Church? Well, she drops by last week with a pan of lasagne. 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 have a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're
f*cking in our old bedroom. And this broad'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 God and 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 Terri ever put the
mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and
we never used it as a s*x aid." (Some of this I thought about later.)
You know what I mean? What happened to our spontaneity? You get so
caught up in the routine of A marriage and you just lose sight of each
other. And then you lose yourself. That's the saddest part of all for
me.

But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only
want this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of
the restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's
got a pretty good head on her shoulders. 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,
Terri, she really is.)

So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier times. Here's
this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's face it, she's
got an extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how
much she looks like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me
cry. And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole an@l thing
and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about
trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between
us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming
hot Dutch oven of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of
you? It's true, baby. 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. I keep thinking that I think if you'd
Just try it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs
all that bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart
from you.

Because I love you, God help me but I do.

[alerbaugh]

Was that a letter you wrote your ex or what?  Not one your better ones dude!

[Rich500]

/\---That is a bad ass joke, I must say.
Worth the read fo sho.