THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,98

twenty-five different ways to give a blow job? Or that one of the wives is writing a romance novel about Navy SEALs? Crazy, right? Another one, who will not be named, had to go to her car because she got a SF call in the middle of lunch. Know what SF means? Hint: not Special Forces. It means Sexy Facetime. I don’t even want to know what she did in her car, in the parking lot of a restaurant. Can we do a non-public SF call? :)

Marney did give me some good ideas on what to send you in a care package. Do you want anything specific? Or should I just use my best judgment? I guess all of us “girls” are going out next month. It’s supposed to be a big deal. Morg says I should start shopping for a dress and shoes now. I’m going to invite Gretch because she doesn’t believe me when I tell her what these women talk about. Any idea what I should expect from a Rosy Team rager? Tips? Tricks to avoid back stabbing?

I love your “tell me something” game continuation. A way of pushing the relationship forward in the absence of…not being together. You totally made me cry with your one thing. Just so you know. It was very poignant because Krazy Kath is actually coming to visit me for a while. Number five still hasn’t returned. She says she wants to bond with me, but hello? Everyone knows she’s lonely and wants someone to harp on. Windsor is a perfect candidate. I may end up hurling myself off a tall building. Not really, but I’ll probably wear headphones the entire time.

Which sort of leads to my one thing: I’ve been crying a lot since you left. Not just because you left and will be gone for a long ass time either. Things make me cry that shouldn’t, because I’m not typically a crier. Kathy, of course, has that skill perfected, but commercials and rom com movies? Jesus, what is the world coming to? What is wrong with me? Everything is sad. Songs on the radio, too. I’m sensitive to everything around me. Morganna told me it’s normal, although I’ve never seen her shed one tear her entire life. She tells me “it upsets me when Stone is away.” I wish I could be as stoic as she is.

Your love changed some fundamental part of me. The wall I built around myself for so long is completely toppled down. I’m open. That’s something even my psychiatrist couldn’t achieve after years of therapy. You did it. It’s all because of you. I like to think it has something to do with the fact that falling for someone changes a person, but I also know it’s because it’s YOU I fell for. I didn’t expect to feel so strongly about someone after Nash. But being with you made me realize I didn’t love Nash. He was my safe choice. My safety net—when the going gets tough, you want that type of person. But jumping into the unknown with you? It has been the best decision I’ve ever made. So as I sit here crying while I write this, know it’s your fault. All of it. Touch your chest and pretend it’s my hand.

Forever and ever yours,

Winnie Bear (That’s pretty cute.)

P.S. Get a Facebook. Even a fake one. That way you can keep up with all the photos I post! Thank you for the flowers you sent to my office. And the six dozen you sent to my condo…and for the ones you sent to my mother’s house even though you knew I wouldn’t be there. So coy. They’re beautiful.

Winnie Bear,

Out of your entire letter I zeroed in on one thing. I’m a man, after all. Yes. Yes. Yes. Let’s have a naked Skype session, Facetime call—whatever. You naked is my favorite sight. What happens after I see you naked is my favorite thing in the universe. I’m not sure how I’ll handle the insanity of seeing you naked and not being able to touch you. That seems like a type of torture even I’d be unwilling to deal out. Cruel and unusual. I’m willing to deal with it, though. My hands are kind of shaky just thinking about touching you naked. See what you do to me? I better not think of you when I have a gun in my hand. :) How about tomorrow 7 a.m. your time? I know it’s early, but