Dear Man

Dear Man,

Dayum!

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Man

Dear Man,

I'm finally getting into the book you recommended...and I can't even discuss it with you because you went and got yourself locked up... Now, what?

Get it together, man!!

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Man

Dear Man,

I'm so glad I showed some restraint. It would not have been worth it.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Friends

Dear "Friends",

If we are going to do the whole, "with benefits" thing...there need to be some rules.

We can be friends. We can hang out and shoot the shit and then hop in the sack and rock each others' worlds.

However, there shall be:

No snuggling.
No holding me.
No brushing my hair back from my face.
No running your fingers through my hair.
No kissing me, if we're just hanging out.
No kissing my forehead, EVER.

Follow these few simple rules, and we'll get along (and off) just fine. I can handle friends with benefits as long as you don't blur the lines and then act like it's my fault I got attatched. It's not.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Girl

Dear Girl,

Stop over thinking! It is what it fucking is.

Looove,
Kimmie.

P.S.

I wouldn't ask for more than you wanted to give...but I didn't expect a hit and run.

Dear Man

Dear Man,

What was that? Cupcake craving? Did you think I'd be that weak?

I could have been for a minute.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Man

Dear Man,

Best. Ever.

If we never hang out again, thanks for that at least.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Man

Dear Man,

Please don't rev up your bike in the drive thru....that, combined with your killer smile and naughty eyes, will make me have to change my panties!

...but then, you already knew that...

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Violin

Dear Violin,

I've pretty much made up my mind. I want to hear your song. I'm always in the mood for music.

...I just hope you like the way I play.

Looove [and anticipation],
Kimmie.

Dear You

Dear You,

Eye contact... It makes it difficult to breathe... But I'll gasp for air before I'll look away.

Looove,
Kimmie

Dear Man

Dear Man,

I'd love the opportunity to tell you, "No." It's probably good that I'll never get the chance.

Looove,
Kimmie.