Dear Dick,
Wow, it has been a long time since I have written you. I had to get you off my mind and take care of some really important things like making sure when the right one of you comes along that I have more to offer than a pretty face, an awesome personality, charming wit, good cooking skills, warmth, kindness and generosity - man, I am such a great package already - so I thought I should get a job and keep my place of residence. I didn't even miss you for a while, but I have been thinking about you again, a lot lately. Mostly late at night when I'm trying to fall asleep alone in a king sized bed. I would much rather roll over into you than into a cold spot. That's pretty much the only void in my life, yet I'm whole. I got a lot accomplished when you didn't enter my... thoughts. While everything is going great in my life, there is still room for you. I only think of you as a companion mostly, but I desire a strong companion that knows how to lead and also be supportive. I don't need you trying to get all up in my...'girly business'. You mean so much more to me than just...'that'.
I often overhear people discussing how they don't want the pressure of a commitment but they want a sex life. Now that is pressure to me: pressure of having to get to know someone well enough to feel good when with them, but not grow any feelings toward wanting to spend a great deal of time with them. I thought I was backwards, but nope. Gosh, I get closer to being perfect everyday. You should recognize that.
Well, I'm going to let you go now and write you again real soon.
Love,
Me
