with DEAR OLD LOVE blog… and I decided to post a handful of my favorites the last couple months…
(by the way, I write to you this afternoon while Jr. high aged kids are taking piano lessons in the other room of my house..)
Dear Old Love,
Dr. & Dr. Evil
I would have enjoyed taking over the world with you.
I know the distance is a factor. As is your inability to admit that I am a total babe.
It was easier to break up with you than tell you you had nausea-inducing breath.
Best Night Ever
I suppose I should be pleased that you call me late at night to make random pop culture references.
I finally finished my novel. It’s nothing like the early drafts you read. The character based on you kills himself because he’s a jackass and everybody hates him. Especially me.
I hated your music ‘til we broke up. Now it’s all I listen to.
What happened to the band James? What happened to us?
Some days I do not miss you. But other days.
Why must you be full of vodka to know you really love me?
Born The King Of Angel Food
I was going to make you a vegan Christmas cake, but I just don’t care anymore.
You still have my green jacket. You still have much more than my green jacket.
And The Service!
I told you I loved you, and you said the food was good.
Love In The Time Of Email
You have a common first name, but my Gmail “To” box knows you’re the one I’m thinking about most.
Yours is, by far, the deepest and most profound notch on my bedpost.
I hid when I saw you at the store because the truth felt too callous: “I’m sorry, I just can’t date a guy who has lived in LA for years and doesn’t know to take Fountain when Sunset Boulevard is backed up.”
Under The Influence
I am happy you picked the roommate you did. You may end up in rehab, but I am guaranteed several weekly drunk dials until then.
I’ll end on that brilliant last one…..