To Forgive, Divine

Dear Gavin,

I thought we talked about this.

I mean, maybe I didn't make myself plain enough, I don't know. I just find it hard to believe you don't regularly read this blog.

Anyway, just so we're clear: I'd like to reiterate that having an affair with me would have been a LOT less complicated than sleeping with your married employee. Why go through all that hassle?

Now you're down a campaign manager and all on the news and everything, and it's kind of a mess. Personally, I'd rather be hearing the details about our troop escalation and/or our possible, you know, war with Iran. But you made a bad decision.

If, say, you'd been with me, this never would've gotten out. Not only would I have been way cool about the whole thing, I'm also super discreet! And classy! Sure, I might have blogged the details of our hot, exciting, tawdry, fun, sexy...

...sorry, drooled a little on the keyboard there. What?

Oh right. Blogging about our hotness. Mmm. But you totally wouldn't have had to worry about anything. My invisible internet friends wouldn't have told anyone, I promise. And plus I totally would have given you a pseudonym like BigG, or like, TheHotMayor.

I tell ya, we could have had something, G-Dog.

But now? Now I'm currently involved with someone and I don't think he'd be too keen on our hooking up. You know how men can be. (Still, I'll let you know if anything changes.)

Keep your chin up in the meantime, okay?

xoxoxo,
k

Oopsy! How'd he get in there? Amazing what happens when you let your mind wander.
Oh well! The more the merrier, right? G-Dog, meet BigDog.
Now, G, why don't you take off your shirt while BigD, you come over here and rub my shoulders. That's right...