The Thirteenth

Dear Bob,

You make my world more interesting. From the first day I met you when you came marching at me with a tribal spear in hand, until more recently when you mentioned how I made your hormones vibrate, you have made this trip something to remember. Thank you for the latter, that is an image that will never be extricated from my mind. I, according to you, am an hormone vibrator. Which begs some questions. Do I vibrate all hormones? Is it just the hormones of men?> Or only specific people? How did I become an hormone vibrator? Did I do something specific or is it just the sheer excellence that exudes from me that gets you feeling frisky?

In addition to this, I appreciate your need for me to date. Your need is greater than my desire - do you realize that I am content with not having the constant presence of a man around? Trust, though, as soon as I find one I want to keep around on a long term basis - you will be the first to know - in fact I might bring him in for the three of us to have a lunch date. At this point, I'm not sure I can have a relationship without your approval - HA HA HA - ok just joking on that last bit. I sometimes wonder if this is how the daughter/father thing feels.... well, you know, without the vibrating your hormones comment. It is odd to have a man so consumed with my dating - especially in your position. With that being said, my kids adore you, you provide me a secure future (I hope), and you somehow continue to provide me with ammunition to make people laugh. I'm not sure I could ask for more from you. Well... I can think of a somethings...

Wanting every third Friday off with pay,

Mel P