Closure: Matt

Matt... Here's lookin' at you, kid...[pictures removed]
This is part of an inside joke that started on our first date. At the restaurant, I asked the server if there was a special name for the type of pitcher she was using for our water and he responded after she said she didn't know but would find out, "Oh, that's a carafe." We both looked at him, kind of surprised, and she made this, "Well, he's a keeper" look to me and at that moment, I fell in like with Matthew.

Matt used to be in the marines. He bought this hat while in Texas and sent me this picture one night before going to bed. I had to change my panties. Just from looking. Its the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It was at this very moment that I fell in lust with Matthew.

The Thursday night that I decided not to work my shift due to anxiousness, Matt had come into town and we ended up meeting at a Steak n Shake and then hung out at his place. He grabbed a kids pack on the way out of the restaurant that had this hat in it. I got his bike that night. Again, need to get my sushi and fondue kits from him. He is scheduled to be in town this weekend...
Traveling back to Illinois from Texas, Matt decided to send me some pictures from the van. This is supposed to be of his ear, my request, and a few others below are also special request like his foot or tongue. These pictures actually are not as flattering as the real deal. He is sunburned and the lighting takes away somehow from the image I have of him in my head. Nonetheless, here they are...sans the butt crack picture...




I am the head and not the feet. I do want more than a booty call whenever you are in town, I would like very much to be in a committed monogamous relationship with you. I want to be your girlfriend. We would be doing the same things we did before, except now that I am sexually sober, we would simply communicate when you are not in town and hang out when you are and figure something out. For you, I would want to. Alas, I know its not what you want, nor what you are looking for, at least from me anyway, so I must let you go and pray that God sends me someone else who is smart, intelligent, makes me laugh, likes rubbing my feet, is happy to see me, has a better lexicon and memory, is knowledgeable about all sorts of things, is good looking, sensual, but who is a practicing Christian willing to be in a relationship with me.

Goodbye Matthew, I hardly knew you.