2/27/96
Well, I was just reading a quote from Madonna on who Mister Right would be. One of things she mentioned was that he would like to write letters. Hence, in an attempt to improve my standing with her, I'm writing this letter:
Dear Madonna,
I'm writing this letter in hopes that you will like me a little more. You have been the number one thing on my mind for over two monthes now. Just now I realized that yesterday was the two-month anniversary of this imaginary relationship. On December 26, 1995, I watched Truth or Dare for the first time. Ever since, you have occupied my thoughts with increasing intensity.
Although it may seem silly, I think of you as my soul mate. We both grew up into a confusing and cruel world. We have both been hurt many times, yet we always manage to come out alive. Neither one of us was good at relating to most of our peers in school. According to one of your many biographies, you intimidated nearly all the boys around you. I was intimidated by just about every girl I set eyes on. In the end, we both came out about the same. Isolated and lonely.
That is why I feel I have a strange connection with you. It's like you represent everything about my past. It feels like when I see your work, I can touch my own childhood. I like that feeling. I used to think I was the only one who feels the way I do. Now, I know there's at least one other person who knows what it's like. Misery loves company.
At the same time, misery isn't the only thing we experience. Happiness is possible. Sometimes it does seem really elusive, though. I wonder if we could really be happy together. At first glance, it seems like a no brainer. I don't know. There are so many obstacles. For one, you are twice my age. I've heard tales of romance between young men and older women, but I'm not sure that it could really last. I'm willing to try if you are.
It's fun just to be writing this letter, even if you'll never see it. I'm sure tons of people on the Internet will get a good laugh out of it, though. I'm laughing at it myself right now. A pleasant, light-hearted sort of laughter. What fun! I wonder what new toys we'll find in the sandbox tomorrow. Guess we'll just have to wait and see...
Mine forever,
Ben