Saturday, July 10, 2010

Future Husband,

I’m living in upstate New York right now working as a field director for a US Senate election. I frequent this bakery in Syracuse called Mimi’s for it’s chocolate peaks, carrot cake, and blueberry pie. In the midst of the most hectic three hours of this campaign/my entire life, I went in to pick up a pie I ordered last week. On my way there, I walked behind a man and woman quietly arguing - something about her tardy arrival for their afternoon plans. It wasn’t easy, since I’m white and weigh less than 250 pounds, but I saw myself in them. As I reflected on the various arguments of past relationships, I decided that these are the kinds of miscommunications that mean nothing in a strong relationship, and everything in weak one. Returning to my car, I came to two conclusions: First, I want to be in the kind of relationship that can withstand miscommunications. I also want to be in a relationship where apologies are accompanied by blueberry pie*.

Love you,

*And/or ice cream, a cheeseburger, crab cakes, fresh mango slices, etc. Anything delicious, really.


  1. he he what about a good smooch?! That should count for a good apology too. :D


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