You Should Run For Office

My Election Winning Darling

I referred in an earlier letter to your impact on the Mayor of Cessnock. The night we dined with my mother and her friend Joy at the Casuarina Restaurant we also met the local mayor. He was an acquaintance of Joy’s.

Now let’s be honest here, he took quite a shine to you. He liked your spirit and your American accent along with some other more obvious assets. Now that was all very good and amusing but the next day we saw him again, and he did not try to hide his obvious pleasure. This time I was wearing a dodgy US army T Shirt (well it wasn’t dodgy just that I always wear a collar and felt uncomfortable being out in anything less). He made a B Line for you. I am not sure he even noticed me.

I should point out that he was old enough to be your grandfather, in his case a rather lecherous grandfather. He just happened to have some trinkets (pens and pins, that sort of thing) with him and he proceeded to ply you with them. I am not sure if he realised you couldn’t vote. I don’t think it was your electoral abilities he was trying to win over anyway.

I just stood by your side and basked in your glory. You were more than match for him and his quite frankly pathetic attempts to gain affection. I loved being able to detach a little and watch you interact with my world. You shone. Your intelligence, wit and beauty were preeminent. I loved being able to watch. I long to do so again.

You Will Always Have My Vote

From Sir With Love

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My Politically Incorrect Sir,

I remember the mayor, and I still have his city council pins kicking around somewhere. I’ve seen them recently, but I just don’t know where exactly.  He was so excited to give me those pins.

I honestly don’t recall his age, but I remember that he talked and talked with me while laying his charm on thick. I do believe it was my accent much to my chagrin and not my winning personality.  I daresay he was a little bit intimidated by you (who isn’t?), but that wasn’t surprising to me considering how refined you were and are.

Ahhh yes the sight of you in that US Army tee shirt was pathetic. You hated it, which is why we were shopping for new shirts for you at the time we saw the mayor again. I had never forgotten that you preferred collared shirts. I have no idea why I retained that memory, but I did. I thought I had left that Army shirt with you (I only wore it to sleep in anyway).

I think you always view me in the best light possible, but that is part of your charisma my love.

Civilly yours,

Darling

©2014 Darling and Sir