New York
Dear Johnny,
Came back from dinner early this evening. I didn't even feel like going out. Can you believe it? I guess I'm a little frustrated. Ingrid and I made plans to meet in our favorite restaurant tonight, and she showed up with some hairdresser. At first he seemed all right, But then he started saying things like "I love women. They make me feel like I'm gonna live forever" I thought I was gonna be sick. He spent the whole evening talking about celebrities and motorcycles. I felt like I was in the movie "Shampoo" and I only had a small part.
You would have hated him. He had a tattoo of Yosamite Sam holding a boulder. And he kept ordering Long Island Ice Teas. Loser. I don't know what she sees in him. But she's still hung up on Ben, so I guess this is a distraction for her. Aren't I enough? He doesn't even look like he's into giving head.
She'll go home with him, he'll eat her pussy like it's an obligation, then he'll come before he even gets inside her and she'll run home to cry on my shoulder. I can read him like a book but I can't say anything to her. She never listens. I guess that's why I'm frustrated. If you were here I wouldn't even care, cause you'd eat my pussy like it's an obligation you don't mind having!
Do you think I'm jealous? I don't mind sharing Ingrid with you or Ben. I just hate the idea of sharing even an inch of her beautiful flesh with this Segio Valenti character. I'm I guess I'm selectively jealous.
So here I am, lonely and bored, waiting for you to come back from your fishing trip. Waiting for Ingrid to come back from her fishing trip. I hope she doesn't come back with crabs.
Only five more days till her birthday.

Can't wait to see you!
DITA