November 24, 2001
Dearest Mystique,
Hello. I have been anticipating this meeting for quite some time. I am here in this strange and beautiful city of Las Vegas. I cannot manage to get my mind off of the man I am convinced I am in love with. His name I cannot share for he knows where you lay and he will surely know. I cannot bare the embarrassment should he find out it be he who I speak of. Surely, he must not know until I am absolutely sure it is I he seeks as well. I have dropped many hints to him that I am interested, but I am not sure he recognizes them as hints of my fancy. Earlier, I was discussing my perfect date with my soon-to-be stepbrother�s girlfriend. I see the fellow bringing me 3 beautiful, ripe, red roses to my door. (Roses are an obsession and if used in the proper place and time, a fetish of mine). I have never had that happen for me. I would then proceed to a beautiful dinner perhaps over by the Santa Monica Pier� Perhaps a Chinese or Italian place would do. Following that would be watching the sunset behind the horizon. I have never experienced a sunset with a date. We might then proceed to the rides. Although they are childish, I love them. They are still fun for me. After about a couple of hours we would return to his place and let what happens happen� I am a hopeless romantic who hates hopeless romantics (If that make any sense). I long for a long-term relationship, although I am only 18 years old. This is my dream. I do wonder if it shall ever be a reality. However, my worst fear is of men. Not to say I do not wish for a fellow to enter my life, it�s just that I have been hurt a lot. Take tonight for example. I saw this guy walking down the hall and he asked me if I was married. I said no and continued walking. Of course he did not take that as enough and tried to coax me into sleeping with him. He even offered me money. Just who did he think he was? And what did he think I was? A prostitute? No. Sometimes, I wish I wasn�t very pretty. I really do. I get scared. I was molested once. I�d rather not experience that again. I need a cigarette. I�ll be back� |
