Way out of my league...

Dear Man of my dreams,

When are you going to show up? I'm really tired of this Where's Waldo game we've been playing. Games games, nothing but games. I'm thinking about becoming a mail order bride. No games there, just one big unhappy life with some Rich Russian fellow. I hope he's a poppa.

But yeah, MOMD, you're kinda pissing me off. I'm not looking for much, just a small appreciation for sarcasm, the ability to be amused by simple things, and maybe wicked hugs too.

I think you can live up to this. Come find me.

Yours Truly,
Ambergeddon