
Hello folks! Just some words of wisdom.... If you want to give away or throw out an old computer, make sure you wipe out your system thoroughly. Or give it away without the hard drive. If you don't, some asshole who bought your computer at a garage sale will find things like your tax info, address, name, credit card info and all kinds of other personal information such as ....love letters.... Now, never ever would i use anyones personal info for financial gain. Thats just wrong! But the love letters I will certainly share.... The following letters were found on a computer I bought for 20 bucks at a garage sale. The pc is sorta old and sorta sucks, but its shit I buy and play with. This girl gets around too apparently. This is the first of several letters. These are copied and pasted, I didnt make em up! The actual letter is in (BLACK), I added my own comments in (RED) Oh and don't tell me its terrible cause you are reading each one AFTER I told you what it was........Yeah, I thought so....


Clint,
The entire time we were in Rhode Island, I couldn’t look into them without feeling as though I was being swept away into them. ……and I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times I have lain in bed at night and closed my eyes only to see yours. Replaying every smile, memorizing every laugh line, hearing over and over again that laugh that makes me want to wrap my arms around you and kiss you to pieces. I’ve seen those eyes in laughter, the way the seem to smile too and light up your face when you are happy….I’ve seen them in anger, how them narrow and become like lasers that I’m sure are going to sear me to the bone……I’ve seen them full of emotion when we’ve been deep in conversation, so full of compassion and understanding, and expression…..showing me the depth of your emotion concerning whatever it is that we are discussing…….I’ve seen them in the heat of passion, intense and piercing as you look into mine and bring me over the edge, or half closed, as you finally let yourself get lost in our lovemaking.
This bitch an Optimologist?
I remember your mouth….the way it curves up,
Much like child stricken with Downs Syndrome.
sometimes one side at a time when you are teasing with me and you’ve struck your mark….and the way it thins out and presses together when you are angry……..the way it is half open, waiting for my kiss when we makelove. I remember your hands…how they are so strong and sure as you guide me through a restaurant,
Cause im stupid and bad with directions...
and how tender and gentle they are when you are holding and loving me…..and how they are so knowing and deliberate in our love making. I remember your legs and how long and lean and strong they are……
Though badly misshapen as if you were in the rodeo for 30 years.
how you seem to glide when you walk
Like a greek GOD! fag......
for their length…how sexy I think it is to watch you walk around a room in your shorts…..to watch to stand before a mirror in your underwear…
And tuck your penis between your legs and say, I am pretty.........look at me
..to see you sitting in a chair and watching the way your jeans mold around your thighs.
Like skin on a sausage!
..Clint, I notice every detail of you…….The way your dress shirts pull across your shoulders as you reach for your glass of tea….the way the cuffs slide up and down your wrists, revealing just glimpses of those mighty forearms, …….the way the collar opens just enough to tease me with a very bit of chest hair and a look at that sexy, masculine neck of yours. The way I can see the definition of your chest through your shirt. Clint….you are truly the most masculine, sexy, beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
Within a 5 foot radius of me.
When you touch me, I can’t think…..I can only feel……and the way I feel is like nothing I’ve ever felt before….you touch me in so many ways……not just physically.
Like when you beat me....
You give me so much more than that. You touch my soul and hold it in a way that makes me feel so safe……at the same time you set it free to soar so extremely high. You have honestly come into my life and set me free with your love and kindness. I could never imagine a single minute of my future without you in it.
Awwwwwwww! www.zoloft.com
I too remember our first conversation……I thank God for that conversation….that single smile over a computer screen 1500 miles away. I also sensed that you were different as well….however, what I didn’t know at that moment was that God had sent this wonderful, sensuous, kind, giving, sexy, compassionate, passionate, caring, intellegent, (I could go on forever) man into my life. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I am so grateful for you every day of my life. Before you, I lived life in sort of the same fashion as you……..in the way that I too felt as though I was watching life happen all around me but could never participate. I would watch couples, happy together, old and young….families laughing and playing together……really living life. Not existing like I was…..always wondering why God put me here, and feeling like I had no real purpose other than to be tortured by the fairytales that I read as a child,
You know that Old Mother Hubbard scared the crap outta me.
the ones that I was sure never to have. ….Until there was you, Clint… You are truly every dream come true. I have felt the same excitement and anticipation in relation to our conversations and our time spent together. I know that I have been so insecure lately. I know that it is really a problem sometimes…….but Clint, it’s just that the thought of some other woman flirting with you…….smiling at you……laughing and teasing with you…..it makes me physically ill.
It also makes want to hack wildly with a Ronco Knife, you should buy em, just ask Danni.
I am so far from you (geographically) and you are so attractive……I am left to trust that I am enough for you. But, Clint, after reading the letter you wrote to me, I feel your love so strongly. There was so much more than words that came across to me over that fax line. I felt your emotion, heard your voice, felt your hands on mine, and saw your eyes and their depth. Oh, Clint, I love you so very much that at times I swear my heart is going to explode from the intensity of what it feels. If I could devote all of my days to loving you……in bed alone, that’s what I’d do. We talked about me not working….sweetheart, if I thought we could swing it, I would only work part time, as a paraproffesional…..with another teacher in a classroom, and only work half days. I really would. I would love to do that and to be able to come home early and do everything that needed to be done before you got home. That would be perfect …completely and absolutely perfect. Maybe we can do that someday. I do know that my nights will be spent loving you and holding you and breathing in your scent and feeling your touch….which I crave like some addiction. I will be a good wife to you Clint….reading those words that you typed…..about you wanting to make me your wife….they brought tears streaming down my cheeks and took my breath from me. I want that more than I’ve ever wanted a single thing in my life. I want to be your wife in the State’s eyes, in our friends’ and families’ eyes, and in God’s eyes…..I am already your wife in mine. In my heart we have been married for some time now. All that is left are the legalities. When we take those sacred vows, I will be so very happy…so content in the knowledge that I really mean every syllable. Knowing that when he pronounces us man and wife, it will be forever and it will be the proudest moment of my life…..the moment when I become yours….and take your name as my own. Please Clint, let’s not take too awfully long……I have already spent twenty-eight years with the wrong name….I can’t stand to be without you and without your name a minute longer. I love you, always and forever….. Me these letters are a work in progress…….stay tuned for more to come J


Annnnnnnnnnnd as per Laura's request? Here is letter number 2... Once again my comments are in red.
Dear Clint, I just set up my computer so that I could write to you. I’m feeling rather lonely. For eight days, I pretended that we were a couple (a legitimate one), and I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful that was for me. Waiting for you to come through the door……….and knowing that you would, was so very comforting…….and when I heard your key in the lock, my stomach began to quiver with anticipation of seeing you…….your smile, that warm brilliant smile that reaches your eyes and makes them smile too. I love that smile. I miss that smile more than I can tell you. I miss those eyes and how they look into mine and see everything that I’m feeling. Those eyes that show me all the love that you feel for me. And those hands, hands that have comforted me when I’ve needed it, guided me when I was lost, protected me whenever danger was lurking,
Like the time you stopped me from hand feeding that rabid badger while standing in the tub with that plugged in toaster? Boy what was I thinking?
and brought me to a level of passion that I only dreamed of.
Im not quite sure but it may have been that gloved finger in my ass, or possibly the batman costume?.....hmmm, who knows?
I miss them, and I miss you Clint. I miss my best friend, the person whom I’ve laughed with in silly humor, cried with during the hardest of times, and someone whom I’ve been able to walk with and talk with and share with……and love. I miss you so much.
You made your bed, now lie in it you horrible bitch on wheels........
Clint, I know that “I’m sorry” sounds hollow and it sounds weak in comparison with the hurt that I’ve caused you. It rings hollow in my own ears. Last week I risked losing the one person whom I can’t imagine living without. That was truly the scariest time of my entire life.
Unless you count that time the circus came to town and I was sexually propositioned by a car load of off-duty clowns looking for a good time.
It was also the most difficult thing I have ever done or will ever do again. Seeing the hurt in your eyes, the betrayal in your face, the disappointment, it was more than I could stand. You have stood by me during the most difficult periods of my adult life, and I have entrusted you with my most intimate thoughts and feelings…….and truly I have tried to take care of yours with all my heart. However, I have fallen short in a tremendous fashion. Clint, I know that you are trying with all your might to stand by me yet again.
Until someone else puts out... Oh and the moon is made of cheese!
At a time, when you have every reason to walk away. I don’t know how to thank you for that. I deserve for you to tell me to go to hell. Please let me try to explain my thought processes through all of this. When I found out I was pregnant, I was truly terrified …..and you have to believe that I didn’t think of that night right then. I didn’t think of that night for a long long time. When I did think of it, I dismissed it, adding up logically the full period that I had after it and the fact that it had never ever happened before with him. …….and Clint, he did use protection…..I thought. I know this is a stretch for you. I know it is. I am telling you the utter and complete truth, and the way I was thinking at the time. Maybe I just didn’t want to face that possibility, …I know that I was so very in love with you and the only comfort that I drew from that pregnancy was knowing that it was our baby that I was carrying.
Now I had to read this a few times... She banged someone else, got pregnant, and it turned out to be Clint's? You tell me how you see it.... This broad makes as much sense as chinese alphabet soup.
Anything else was inconceivable…….and still is. However, all that is neither here nor there……you are so very right, I should have come to you and confided in you and allowed us to work it out together. Instead, I closed it off and decided not to deal with it at all. Because I was too weak to face it, I have done what I have worked so hard to avoid…….ever hurting you. Clint, I would truly lay myself down in front of a train if it meant keeping you from hurting. I wouldn’t even think about it. I know that you think I’m selfish……and maybe I am, when it comes to you. I love you and seek comfort in you and want to be with you at all costs…..at any cost. You are my life source……because of you, I can breathe and really live, and it’s only when we are together that I feel I am let out of this dungeon to breathe the fresh air and bask in the sunshine. It is your love for me that makes me really live instead of just exist. I don’t know what I’d do without it. There was a time, Clint, when you sought comfort in me, when you said I was like this island that you could come to for safety. With one conversation, I ruined all that. That thought crushes me, it crushes me because I know that inside I am the same person that sheltered you in the past and the same person whom you could turn to no matter what. I’m still her Clint. I am a woman who, though with good intentions, got extremely lost and made bad choices.
Horrible, vile choices. I mean the guy made me call him Brundlefly7 or something like that. Total psycho! And lousy in the sack I might add.....
There is no excuse for me that is good enough for what I’ve done to you. I can only hope that with time and lots of effort on my part, I can make you see again that I am still the girl that loves you and will take care of you and protect you and always above all else be loyal to you to my death. You said you saw me as this Mother Theresa type of person, and I can only hope now that you see me as a person who has flaws and makes mistakes, but still a person who has your best interests at heart. I know you don’t believe that right now……please let me show you different. Every day for the rest of my life. I love you Clint. Love, Me


Ok so Im a little behind on my comments! Heres where the plot gets confusing. Yes I told you I would post another "Dear Clint" letter, but I also forshadowed by saying this chick, (Lets call her Melissa) cause thats her name, was involved with others too, what a slut! Lets read....These letters are not in order! Enter Mike. MIKE?
Dear Mike,
Hey….I’ve been thinking about you all day…….well, all week, and we haven’t really had a chance to talk, so I thought I’d write to you. These seven day stretches are a killer for me; I miss you so much. I’ve done a lot of thinking this week about us and about what you mean to me. I can’t express to you how glad I am that you made the decision to stay with me as opposed to going to Colorado with Annette. I know that must have been a difficult decision for you, as you have been so confused for so long. Believe it or not, I do understand your dilemma. We certainly didn’t plan to meet one another, let alone develop the feelings for one another that we share. Those feelings must be a little frightening for you, especially on the heels of your break up with Bridgett. You have given your heart to two people, and both have hurt you deeply; the first cheating on you, and the most recent becoming abusive. It’s no wonder that you are so gun shy and that you didn’t want to give yourself to any one person again. I understand what being hurt feels like. …..After the incident in high school (the one that I shared with you), I was certain that mean were barbaric and preditorial. John helped me through that, and I was sure that he would be there for me always. When I found out that he cheated on me, it was one of the most horrible moments of my life. I have never felt so betrayed or disillusioned. I tried to go on and repair the damage, but my feelings for him were never quite the same after that. If I were to be honest, I’d have to say that I haven’t been in love with anyone since that moment. ……….Until you came into my life eight months ago. I had all but given up on finding anyone to share myself with, let alone falling in love with. I know that I am running a great risk of scaring you off again, by writing these words and sharing this much with you. However, I am a great believer in the truth, Mike. I told you before, one night as we sat on your parents’ sofa talking, that I don’t want to play games with you and that I want to always be honest about the way I feel for you…even when it hurts me. I also believe that you should tell those around you what is in your heart and cherish the people that you love and who love you…….no one is guaranteed any length of time on this earth and we don’t really know how long we will have to express our feelings to one another. So, I’m not going to stop now, not when I have so much to say. When I felt you pulling away from me before, I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt so desperate inside, like I would do anything to have you just not leave me…..but I’ve also learned that no matter how much you love someone or how much you want them in your life….if they don’t return the feeling, there is nothing you can do to change that. So, I let you go, hoping that you would realize what you had in me. It was so exciting to see you again that night at Missy and Joey’s. But, I was so scared at the same time….because you could…and had…hurt me so badly. Knowing you were touching and kissing other girls drove me nuts, and made me physically ill. The memory of it still makes me cringe. That is the reason that I am so insecure lately. I’m so afraid that it’s going to happen again; that you are either going to get afraid, or bored, or thinking that you are missing something bigger and better out there……and I’m going to be left picking up the pieces of my heart once again. I don’t want to do that again. I too fell for you at a rough time in my life, Michael. I was just finishing a divorce, which was heart wrenching because it shattered all the hopes and dreams I had about a little home, with a fenced in yard, filled with love and laughter and children…….the whole nine yards. It was so much more than losing a husband….I lost, as you did, my dreams about the future. It also ripped my heart out to take Austin away from her dad. I vowed never ever to raise my child in anything less than a nuclear family environment. I felt like some horrid witch, ruining her life like that. So, please understand that loving you and giving you my heart is just as scary for me as it is for you…….especially now…..after you bailed on my once already. I feel like I need to be prepared for that at all times, because I never know when it could happen again. But, I love you and if I get hurt, than so be it…because I refuse to cage up my heart and not give this my all because I am afraid. And I don’t want to be afraid to share too much with you for fear that you’ll become disinterested. There is a wonderful possibility that you won’t leave and that we will grow closer as time goes on and eventually become a real family and I could be the happiest woman alive. Please realize that this is no game to me……it is extremely serious business. I not only have my heart to look after, I have Austin’s to protect. I don’t want to be one of those mothers who drag their child from one man to another, looking for Mr. Right. I have very strong intuition, and it tells me that you could be good for both of us. That’s why I am so generous in sharing my time as well as Austin’s with you. You are a solid, decent man who has so much to offer….and Michael, please understand me when I say that I’m not refering to your professional position. It is the person inside whom I’ve gotten to know that has great value, not the zeros on your paycheck. As I watched you with Corinne on our first date, and listened to you talk about your values and ideas about what family is about, I realized that you are one of a rare breed of good men. I knew from the moment I saw you step into that classroom for our fieldtrip that you were a good dad. Then, as we talked about our respective marriages and their falter, I saw the level of commitment that you had at such an early age. The time that we spend together is so special to me. I think you are funny and interesting, and exciting, and sexy, and intelligent, and driven… I could go on, but I’m afraid that by the time you’re finished reading, your head won’t fit through the door anymore. I know this is turning into a novel, so I will try to be brief with my last statements. Michael, you need to know that I respect your relationship with Corinne and I do understand that the two of you want and need to spend quality time alone together. Please don’t take my disappointment last weekend as a sign that I resent that time at all……I could never fault you for that. However, you and I have been doing some pretty serious talking in the past few weeks….and you have made some strong references to the future…which I hope you meant. This is just my opinion, so please, take it for what it’s worth. Let me begin with last Friday night…we were supposed to go to Philly and spend the night up there and sleep in. I know that you wanted to go crabbing with your dad, and believe me, I will be the first to jump at the chance to eat crabs! But, it seems that our plans mean so little to you, because you seem to have no problem blowing me off if anyone else asks you to do something else. I don’t want this to sound like a gripe session, but we really need to iron this out, and I need to understand where you’re coming from Last weekend bothered me for a couple of reasons….the first being that, if we are going to pursue a relationship, I think that it is beneficial for all of us to spend as much time together as possible. I also think that maybe if Corinne expresses the need to spend some alone time with you again, and we have already made plans to be together, maybe you could pull me aside and talk to me about it so I’m not in the dark….or maybe compromise with Corinne, telling her that this time we are going to spend some time with all of us being together, but maybe the next day, you two could do something special with just the two of you. I guess that last day topped things off, when I thought we were going to spend the day together and I waited all day only to be put off and put off again, and finally blown off all together. ………knowing that your seven day stretch was upcoming and we wouldn’t see each other for a while. There’s lots more that I could write….as I am a much better written communicator than verbal……but, I will end things here for right now. I love you and can’t wait to see you.