Monday, 15 March 2010

Mr Smith Goes to Town

A fortnight or so ago, I asked Mr Smith for a overview of why a strapping specimen of the opposite sex should risk a date with me, not confident alluring Thirty but me, the shy in comparison alter-ego. 
I was expecting, you know, the usual bumf along the lines of Thirty is great, smashing, super with a mischievous glint in her eye...

What I didn't expect was or at least could be construed as a love letter. 
I'm not sure how I feel about the content, my initial reaction was to immediately blush and since he emailed this, things between us have become more complicated. 

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