Dear [Carlene J],
Wow. Sounds like some turbulent, uncertain times for you at work with all that organizational shake-up. But things there appear to have stabilized for you, I hope. Good luck. As always, I’ll keep you in my prayers.
Now [Carlene], there’s something I feel compelled to discuss with you, which probably should have been related long ago when I first became aware of it in 1993. Warning: This may be a bit “off the wall”. Thus, I’ve delayed mentioning it until now because it might make you uncomfortable. And avoiding THAT has been the number one objective. But now I feel that it must be revealed, to preserve the honesty and lack of pretense, which have made our friendship so special since it began almost seven years ago.
After my mugging last fall, where, for the first time ever, I truly FEARED for my life, some things about me changed in those few seconds, when that crazed jerk was chasing me. It became clear and disconcerting, that life is such a fragile thing, and can be so easily snuffed out. That blow I took to the head really “knocked some sense” into me, in that we only have so much time here to accomplish our goals, and to do what we can to make our dreams come true, because we never know when God will take us from this arena. The incident instilled in me an urgency about our mortality in this place, and just how little time there is to achieve fulfillment and inner peace. It has become a first and foremost goal for me since that awful night, to achieve fulfillment by doing what I can to surround myself with the people I enjoy being with most. For me, the greatest fulfillment comes when spending time with beautiful women.
Doing this however, has been somewhat difficult over the years, because for whatever reason, I’ve been reluctant to tell these ladies how I feel. Maybe they have a boyfriend, or are married. Perhaps they looked at me funny once. Perhaps they’re out of my league. Maybe they won’t like my thick glasses. I don’t know why I’ve put off telling them. It’s just never been very easy. But after the incident last fall, it has become much less difficult, and more imperative to let them know. Thus this letter to you. Now hold on, and please keep reading. It’s probably NOT quite what you’re thinking.
As you’ve probably already guessed, I consider you very pretty. I had sent you a letter on this a few years ago, but was never sure if you ever received it. So forgive me if I’m being redundant here. But aside from engaging with your pleasant disposition and personality, I must confess that I also truly enjoy, looking at your legs. In meetings we’ve attended, perhaps you’ve caught me stealing glances. I’ve spent many a minute since knowing you, wondering what it would be like to see your legs more closely, by giving you a foot and leg massage, as I am fascinated with both these, belonging to pretty ladies. Wow, there. I said it. Wasn’t so bad.
So, do you think you might enjoy helping me live this fantasy and make this dream come true? My hands would remain below your waist, knee, mid calf, or ankle, whatever your preference. Nothing improper. But ladies tell me I’m quite good at relaxing the feet (and hands) and I’d very much welcome an opportunity to do this for you, when I get to Dayton. I had studied massage in 1991 for a few months, when a girl I dated at that time, insisted I know it, to do her. And I’ve accrued perhaps 200 hours experience since then.
If this information makes you too uncomfortable to continue our friendship, I very well understand. I know you’re married. But I have no desire to come between you and your husband and steal you away from him. Marriages however, come in many different flavors these days, with some being more “open” than others. It’s hard to know unless you ask, where the bounds of propriety lie. Understand that I’m not looking for a covert affair. But tell me, would the current circumstances in your life permit you to try one of my lower body massages in October?
Well, thanks for listening. Hope you’re not offended. But I had to take the risk. If you are, then please forgive me. But I had to know where you stand.
Take care, and write soon.