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Post by Kenzie Tremlett on Sept 30, 2012 11:07:50 GMT -5
Hello Handsome Man,
Where are you right this minute and what are you up to? And why haven't you come to visit me in oh so long? I get that you're a busy busy man and I'm a busy busy woman, but that doesn't mean we can't make time to see each other one every blue moon, you know?
Consider this damel's feelings hurt.
Kenzie.
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Post by Nicholas Eames on Sept 30, 2012 11:25:51 GMT -5
Darling Kenzie,
Why, I'm staring up at the stars and thinking of you, due to the fact that you're the light of my life.
Well no, actually, that's not one hundred percent true - I am, in fact, laying down on the sofa in my oldest pair of jeans and surrounded by socks and the remains of a truly fantastic take-away from the nearest Chinese. The first one did sound so much more romantic, though, but if it redeems me in any way, I am thinking of you right now, and wishing you were here with me.
And I really have been terribly busy. Writing songs and rehearsing songs and a few gigs and even a blind date the other night - don't worry, though, lovely as the woman was, no-one could compare to you. Come over as soon as possible and I'll fix you some hot chocolate as an apology for not visiting my favourite girl in so long?
Love you more than anyone else could even dream to,
Eames
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Post by Kenzie Tremlett on Sept 30, 2012 12:14:32 GMT -5
Gorgeous Nicholas,
Oh psh.
Chinese, huh? Now you're going to have to work hard to tempt me to it given how the food is so spicy and spicy isn't good for the tummy. That and it's got so much soy. You're losing points here, handsome. Okay, you have gained back said points because you have agreed that the best of pastimes is to think of me, so, well done.
Oh, good. I'd be more hurt knowing you were sitting doing nothing and couldn't even drop by and say hello. A blind date huh? Who is this woman stealing you from me? Tell me more.
Well, I dunno. Should I come or not come, that is the question.
Love you more than that,
Kenzie
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Post by Nicholas Eames on Sept 30, 2012 15:13:27 GMT -5
Breath-taking Kenzie,
Don't you 'psh' at me. You know it's true. I've been telling you for years. And then what do you go and do? You start something with my bandmate. You had my heart in your grasp and you utterly destroyed it.
The Chinese is gone, darling, but I'm sure I can rustle something up for you. Have I mentioned I'm a fantastic cook? I'm not trying to boast, but it's absolutely true. And I do owe you a foot-massage, remember. Am I gaining back the points I've lost?
Her name was Sylvie and she was very lovely, blonde and thin and she even brought a bottle of wine, which is more than I could ever say for you, waltzing into the flat without the decency to bring a gift! And you should absolutely definitely come - if I'm willing to forgive you for your lack of presents, you should forgive me for my not writing to you already.
Love you more than you could imagine is humanly possible,
Eames
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Post by Kenzie Tremlett on Oct 1, 2012 10:55:58 GMT -5
Stunning Nicholas,
I didn't start anything. We're very good friends who are occasionally very special friends. I didn't destroy it, dear.
Oh yes you are. What will Chef Eames be whipping up for me then, with those talented hands? Have you got a specialty, or do you just say that to woo all the girls? I won't believe it until I see and taste it, you know.
Clearly, alcohol is the way to a man's heart. Do you not appreciate the present, that is me, every time I walk through that door? Obviously you want more from me. What can I do? Fine let's call it even - but I'm still getting the foot massage.
Love you too,
Kenz
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