Monday, November 3, 2008

Noticing You, Noticing Me...


Dear wife of a prominent Toronto department-store heir,

Remember that moment our eyes locked on Cumberland the other day? Me with that ol' coyote on my head, grabbing a Starbucks Iced Americano, and you, looking all Jackie O' with your Chanel sunnies, fresh out of a charity luncheon at the Four Seasons. I felt it, and I know you felt it too! Though you're older than my mother and you've been happily married for decades (too long, too long), you're hot- and I think we should go for it.
Things aren't really working out with Cindy OR The Duchess, so how about I meet you post- Material Ball for a little tete-a-tete? I promise you won't be disappointed.

Yours,

Seanald

...no but actually.

3 comments:

Jaxy said...

I personal train miss noticing you noticing me. you want hook ups? she's in to biceps and brunettes with smoldering goodlooks a healthy appetite if you know what I mean. Lets do the old 1, 2, 3 and get the ball rolling S...J needs the new Chloe's and your sugar mama's just the one to get em for her ;)

Jess said...

WHAT'S WRONG WITH CINDY??

your best friend said...

absolutely nothing is wrong with Cindy. she's a glorious specimen...she just doesn't want me :(