From:	The Easy Rider
Subject:	Thinking of you (P&T) (fwd)
Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2006 19:29:19 -0800 (PST)

This is a sample P&T posting.

Ciao.  AK

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Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 02:44:04 -0800 (PST)
From: The Easy Rider 
To: Easy Rider Gag List 
Subject: Thinking of you (P&T)

From: The Doctor

(Author unknown.)

Dear Tina,

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other
during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait
anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you
again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me
talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make
contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come
crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I
see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of
pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad

I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us
does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as
our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one
like you, Tina."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see,
but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago,
I met this girl at the Rainbow Room and brought her home
with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to
illustrate the depth of my desperation.

She was young, Tina, maybe 19, with one of those perfect
bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice
skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits you
wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every
man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I
thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our
lives. It's all so surface. What does a perfect body mean?
Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But
you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better
person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately
attractive Tina? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of
that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a

Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt,
I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and
empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty,
shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling feeling
of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me.
It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to
watch. Do you know that I mean? Nothing feels the same
without you, baby.

Jesus, Tina, I'm just going crazy without you. And
everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember
Carol, that single mom we met at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church?
Well, she drops by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said
she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I
didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the
real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the
next thing you know we're fucking in our old bedroom. And
this broad's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me
everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not
hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can
hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror
on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the
floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves.
And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I
can't help thinking, "Why didn't Tina ever put the mirror on
the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and
we never used it as a sex aid." (Some of this I thought
about later.)

You know what I mean? What happened to our spontaneity? You
get so caught up in the routine of a marriage and you just
lose sight of each other. And then you lose yourself. That's
the saddest part of all for me.

But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can,
because I only want this stuff with you. Saturday, your
sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I
mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty
good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me
during this painful time. She's given me lots of good
counsel about you and about women in general. (She's pulling
for us to get back together, Tina. She really is.)

So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier
times. Here's this hot girl with the same DNA as you
(although, let's face it, she got an extra helping of the
sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how much she looks
like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal
thing and that gets me to thinking about how many times I
pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled
some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even
then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot Dutch oven
of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of
you? It's true, baby. In your heart you know it.

Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the
grievances and start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking
that I think if you'd just try it, I wouldn't have to
pressure you so much. Because who needs all that bitterness,
Tina? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from you.

Because I love you.