May 19, 2009



Dear Token,

I want to tell you about my outing yesterday.



I wish you'd been with me. Then, perhaps, I would not have been so nervous.



Still, it worked out well enough. And aside from comments about my hair, for once I was not mistaken for a girl.



This is what the landlady had for supper. She didn't share.



The conversation was lively, though I admit to being a little lost when they started discussing television shows and actors.



I'm not much for television. I prefer the outdoors, when I can...



Though the indoors can be nice as well, particularly when I have good, naked reasons to stay inside.



I'm sorry, I shouldn't say such things when we are so far apart.



Landlady says perhaps next week, but for certain the week after.



I can't wait. I miss you.



Perhaps when we see one another next you will strip me out of all my finery as I wished you were here to do so last night.

Until we meet again.