Thursday 6 May 2021

Love letter from my past

 



Hello mon petit choux, my little cabbage. I thought I'd write to let you know I missed you since we last met on Saturday at the back of the fast food burger bar. 

Sorry I had to run and leave you but I had to get home before the football match started on TV. I hope you got the bus home all right and you were not bothered by any weirdos like that man eating pickled onions you told me about. 

I really should have walked you home, or at least took the bus with you; but it was an important football match. Sadly my team lost, dad got drunk, mom got upset and locked herself in the bedroom, and dad slept on the couch. I got in my room and my thoughts turned to you, and I was very upset that my team lost at football. 

To comfort me, and in the absence of your presence cuddling next to me, I took my pet to bed with me instead. The next morning the bed and I were all wet and my goldfish had died. I shall have to replace him before the next time I am alone without you.

I can't live ... if living is without you ... I can't give ... I can't give any more. I gave you all the spare change I had for you to take the bus. I cried myself to sleep. Every night I wake up crying. Tears on my pillow and pain in my heart. You on my mind. Yes ... when I woke up this morning, you were on my mind. Maybe I didn't treat you quite as good as I should have. Maybe I didn't love you quite as often as I could have. We've only just met really, but you were always on my mind. You were always on my mind.

I wondered how you are getting on in your new job at the slaughterhouse. You being a vegetarian and all. Perhaps next time we should not meet at the burger bar. Are there any vegetarian burger bars? We can share some sauerkraut and root beer. 

I hope there will be a next time and you will want to go out with me again. I really enjoyed our first date. So much so I will tattoo your name on my chest, close to my heart. Let me know how you spell your name.

I love you darling Caitryn ... Cietrin ... (I really can't remember how you spell your name. Is it i before e except after c? Or does your name start with a k not a c?) I look forward to seeing you in your golden leotard at your next wrestling match my Mighty Meatless Muscles.

P.S. - Did you find your lost doggie?

 

21 comments:

  1. ...so football is more important that your little cabbage?

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    1. It was a very important match, Tom. I could always meet her another day, but the game is only televised once.

      God bless.

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  2. If I were you, I'd take football over her any day of the week, Victor!
    Blessings!

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    1. So you agree with me, Martha. Please tell Tom.

      God bless you.

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  3. Who could resist such plagiaristic charm?

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    1. I hate plagiarism, JoeH. I wish people would never do it. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one with no plagiarism whatsoever.

      God bless.

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  4. I believe little is a huge exaggeration of your “Cabbage” if the picture is any indication. 😋😁

    Happy Thursday with blessings.

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    1. Good point. I was being romantic, Nells. She was so enormous it took me half-an-hour to get round her.

      God bless you today and always.

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  5. What a name, Mighty Meatless Muscles, for your little cabbage. I think the little cabbage has matured in to a bigger one. :)

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    1. She was a vegetarian. Thus proving that you can't lose weigth by just eating carrots, or cabbages or whatever other greens. Cows eat grass but they are not thin and dainty, are they?

      God bless, Bill.

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  6. Not what you'd expect of a love letter. :)
    That picture is too funny. I've seen it before someplace, maybe here!

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    1. I was, and still am, very romantic. Yes, you've seen this photo here before.

      God bless, Happyone.

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  7. I don't think this was Mrs. Victor! I have found following football, the round and funny shaped ones, is a waste of effort, but then I don't like opera either.
    Nite
    Sherry and jack

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    1. No Jack, this is not my wife. To be honest, football, (soccer), can get boring after a while.

      God bless you and Sherry.

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  8. Methinks you dodged a bullet with that one, Victor! I can't envision spending time with someone who doesn't enjoy a good burger. Or a steak.
    Color me, singing along with the oldies!

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    1. You're right, Mevely, this is not, or was not, my wife. I'm so glad you enjoyed the songs in this post. Brings back memories of my radio days.

      God bless you and yours.

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  9. Dearest Victor,
    What a loser of a guy for letting a girl (any girl) getting all by herself to the bus. Also, judging by the way too many sentences that start with the selfish 'I'... he would never ever be worth my time!
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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    1. What? You mean you would never run home for your favourite soap program on TV, or favourite opera on TV, or singer? I know I would. I can always date her a different day!

      God bless, Mariette. I'm not selfish, just sensible.

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    2. Yeah you could but what about BETTER PLANNING?!

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  10. If she's not more important than the football match, then she's not the right one for you anyway.

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    1. On the balance of probability, an overweight vegetarian wrestler who works at a slaughter house must be better than a football match. I may have got it wrong!

      God bless, Mimi.

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