say something
6:18 p.m.

dear coward,

hey, gutless wonder. just say something. don't just sit there admiring his beautiful shoulders and his brilliant smile and his barrel chest and those arms - oh, those arms! - and do nothing. don't just sit there drooling while he walks away. when he smiles at you, smile back, sure, but then open your godforsaken mouth and say something. if you don't tell him, he won't know. guys are obtuse that way. so next time he shows up, you better open up your mouth and tell him you think the sun shines out his perky little ass and that you'd like to have coffee or dinner or maybe even children with him. sure, he might turn you down, and you'll never see him naked or find out if his soul speaks your language...but if you never ask him, well the same thing is true.

with your best interests at heart,

older & wiser

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