The jack of clubs and I had a lovely wakeup kneel, and we remembered a few songs – “Love Letters in the Sand” by Andy Williams, “Letter of Love” by Bonnie Raitt, and “Nights in White Satin” by the Moody Blues. The burn of the edge of release has become much more fun for me, more squirmy than I have ever been, but I no longer have that tug of resentment. Letting go of that resistance makes you feel almost weightless, and I kind of became that kite high above the park bench, breathing the crystalline air and counting the shades of blue in the sky around me, feeling so safe as I noticed the tug of the string which led to the Lady’s hand.

My love letter was fairly brief, in the form of an email to Her (I want you to know that was the first time I have ever typed “Her” with a capital letter that it didn’t feel affected or fetishy). I hope she gets to read it before tomorrow, so I can share the outcome with you within the space of this journey.

This is the 11th day of my experience. It is not interferring with my professional or personal life and

YES YES YES… I would like to continue with this experience until the day you decide. I realize now how after composing my current post that I had a submissive streak from the beginning of my relationship with my wife. I find it intruiging to relate my past experiences and put them into the context of dominance and submission.

This remembrance will be very special when I print it out and present it to my wife and it will remind us of our love for each other. I gave her a hint this was coming and she was very excited.

I met my love through a personal ad in the newspaper. This was before the internet and workstations were just appearing. I read the ad (maybe an inch or an inch and a half of want-ad print) and responded with a long 4 page letter to a complete stranger (1/19/1991 – I remember all the ones and nines). I figured the ones and nines might be auspicious. I was scared to death when I got a reply because this was just about the time Glen Close came out with the movie “Fatal Attraction.”

We exchanged very personal “surveys.”

Do you sleep in the nude or wear PJ’s
Do you use tobacco
Do you like to cook – what
Travel
Boxers or briefs
Religion

etc. etc.

On and on for three pages and I honestly replied with my heart. We exchanged results and finally phone numbers and real names.

We got a lot of stuff out of the way quickly.

We talked on the phone before we met and I remember I missed the entire first Gulf war news. Coverage on my TV was muted for the long conversations we had and I was deeply lost in her Alabama accent.

January 29 – we decide to meet for the first time at a very public location – a local student cafeteria. We described what we would be wearing and I was there way way way too early. Very eager and very nervous and terrified, I sat and waited. At once, this gorgeous creature appeared from the elevator and began surveying the cafeteria wearing a long white sweater over an aqua blue T-shirt, dark rich hair, blue jeans with a leather belt and boots.

I was dressed in my best cleanest blue jeans and some sort of baggy sweatshirt over a t-shirt that was probably the best outfit I owned or felt good in at the time. I didn’t give her long enough to discover me in the room and took the initiative by taking off the sweatshirt and whirled it around my head to attract her attention! Not that anyone else in the room mattered, I caught her eye.

She came over and we talked and she immediately made plans to have a next date. Once that was settled, she startled me by saying “I want to see where you live?” WHAT THE F^^^? I wasn’t planning on that at all. A bachelor apartment- dishes, clothes on the floor, magazines, a bad refrigerator, a few dead beer cans and lots and lots of dark wood paneling. She drove.

We arrived at my place. I was scared to DEATH! Glen Close with a knife was repeating in my mind. I was polite and very nervous while she sat on the sofa and I sat on the other side of the room. We talked the rest of the afternoon and neither of us made any “moves” and then SHE left. I admit I was thrilled to have a next date (the first in a LONG LONG time) for the weekend. She had invited me over for a “casual” dinner at her parents house while they were away and I thought we would just do something like grill hamburgers. I agreed and then it hit me that my car was still back at the student cafeteria.

I walked back to get my car and drove it home.

Feb 2 – our first date.

She lived about 30 miles down the road over the state line and as it turned out, she prepared a home cooked meal of pasta primavera. Excellent! She was living at home with her parents for various reasons, and they were away for the weekend. The basement of the house was converted into a separate living area, separate entrance, with a kitchen, great room and a huge fireplace set with a hot fire.

I arrived with a small bouquet of flowers and as I walked up to the front door I noticed the budding daffodils along the walk way. She answered the door. My next impression was one of an incredibly beautiful woman far more confident than at our first meeting. Her dark brown hair framed her face and she wore a red knit turtleneck with black pants that accentuated her eyes that were the most beautiful shade of green/olive I had ever seen. I fell in love for the only time and I knew it immediately.

I was invited in to a home, elegant with history and one that had stature in the community. She led me to the basement where the fire was lit and dinner was prepared. Thinking this was a “casual date” I noticed the fine china formally set on a table in the great room in front of the fireplace with the only luminescence coming from the fire. I was invited to take a seat and she gave me a cool beverage while I waited – hoping to relax.

We had a lovely dinner.

Afterwards, we quickly tidied up the kitchen before we went back to the fire, sofa and some roasted marshmallows. It was exciting. It was terrifying falling in love. It was the best thing that ever happened to me and my commitment to her was sealed. For our first kiss I blatantly announced “I am going to kiss you now.” She lovingly arched her back and moved into my lips with eyes closed and I met her lips still trying to focus my eyes on hers. We knew Love was ours and we captured each other.

Engaged May 7th
Married Sept 7th

Till death do us part

What a lovely idea. I am on the road next week. I will send my wife a love letter from the road. Sadly, something I have not done in while. Thanks for the great idea.

Mike