Sweetie, let me finish. I know I was out of work for 3 years. I was beyond broke and could not support you at all, and you found a wonderful guy.
And I think that is totally OK. I love you and I know the intensity of your deep affection for me. I know you valued that unique communication and rapport we had. But when you needed help with life, I was not man enough to step in and kill all of your money and security demons, and he did that. When you asked me to back away so you could open your heart to him, I did so unwillingly, but I had no other option.
So now, I have done the most craven and desperate thing I could have done. I may be a worthless person, but I know how to make a woman happy. Yes, that’s what I know: you and some other great women have taught me that secret knowledge. I may not be the best at it, but it’s what I do best.
I was facing economic ruin: I was homeless, I had huge debts that I could not avoid even with bankruptcy, I knew I would not last out on the streets, or worse yet, in prison. So forgive me for what I did: I found a woman on DateCompassion.com. I kept looking until I found a woman who was a rich widow. I went out of my way to make her feel the most queenly and respected person: simply because her first husband loved her. It was what she needed to hear. It still is what she needs to hear. And I’m happy to tell that to her.
Yes, I do that because that keeps me off the street, it keeps me fed and clothed. I have nothing else except my commitment to her: I have signed a pre-nup with her that makes it so I have absolutely no access to any of her money after she dies. That is still better than a live on the street, or in a men’s “correctional” facility.
So, sweetie, there is one thing I have. It’s small, and it’s of no value whatever. But, every year, I am allowed two full weekends in the town of my choice to not have to deal with my current life. It’s my emotional release package. The only proviso is that I bring back no diseases or debts. I have a pre-loaded visa card with $40,000 dollars for the two weeks, to spend in any way I wish. I know you are now married, but if you could name the city, and let me know when, I can have the tickets sent to you tomorrow.
It’s up to you. Name the town, name the date, and be with me again for that short, sweet time.
Alright ladies, here is the question:
Would YOU go?



