Correspondence

This is how my boyfriend invites me to dinner:

Telegram for Allie J

Dear Allie STOP

I do hope you are finding the city well STOP
It gets lonely sometimes out here in the wilderness STOP
Just yesterday one of the freight trains were boarded by bandits seeking gold STOP
The only thing that gets me through the days is knowing I'll be able to see you again STOP
There are many fine womenfolk here, but none could hold a candle to you STOP
But I must get to the point STOP
I request your presence tonight at the Mexican restaurant with some friends STOP
Of course, it will take at least a fortnight for this message to find you STOP
I must go, there are buffalo to kill and the Indian tribes are only a few miles behind STOP
Farewell, my dear STOP

Love, Cleve STOP

My reply:

Dearest Cleve,

I am not finding the city well, though I'm certain the wilderness fares worse. I sit here with this interminable typewriter in front of me, slaving away the hours by not really slaving, looking longingly outside the window only hoping that one of the passerbys would look up into my lonely window, and that face that shone upon his would only be yours, dear.

Rescue me, SIR CLEVE, for I am in distress! Approach this north tower, tear down these walls of boredom, slay the dragon of workplace monotony, and taketh thee fair maiden back to your cabin in the village!
I acquiesce your invitation to said restaurant with said friends, and shall hope to encounter your whimsical presence in the next hour. You must be told, however, that I shall need to change into more comfortable cloths. I feel akin to a sack of mutton.

But I look longinlgy for the hour upon which I see your face!

For summer without you is cold,
but winter without you is even colder.

Love,
Allie J

Sir Cleve is his X-box live name, so that was super appropriate.

We're awesome.
And I love us.

Real talk,
T.T.