Here's the challenge, each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:
Here's the list
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Sorry. Pinky promises haven't been in my repertoire in the last three decades, if they ever were.
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Dear Bradleigh, (and a few others I've met over the years)
I know, it was awesome. You think I'm cute. Or hot. Or just nice. You loved my quirky song selection; hey, it's not everyone who can get up there and belt out the Spiderman theme. We bonded over some shared television love, especially British television. We could have spent hours together at the bar giggling.
Please believe me. I had fun too. I'd love to see you there again. And that's it. Did you see that wedding ring on my hand? Take it very seriously, even if you think I'm not. Because if you push it too far, I will make your life a living hell and if I need to get you eighty-sixed to protect myself I will.
Did you see my letter to Steve a few days ago? That's what happens when either of us lets it go too far. I don't think you are in danger of that, but I don't want to take the risk.
I know this sounds incredibly egotistical of me. Like I think I'm all that and a bag of chips. I don't. But....things happen. You spend enough hours giggling and singing and drinking and you start seeing things where they aren't.
So let's hang out again, just make sure you know exactly who I am and what you're doing.