“I Sold Amazon … For You”
Is there any wonder you inhabit my thoughts today?
A woman has a way of infiltrating the mind of a man, no matter how creatively cluttered it may be at a given moment. And as this letter meets your eyes today, Pamper-Her-Friday, perhaps I’m not too low on your thought agenda either, no?
You know what I’d love more than anything this afternoon? To simply be in your company—near a body of tranquil water amidst serene surroundings. I want your fragrance near, your voice clear, and I won’t veer from my surrender to your presence.
Could you make time for me?
I sold some of my holdings in Amazon stock this morning—a couple shares to be exact. I’m not foolish enough to sell the entire lot. Having bought in a few years ago at sub-$400 per, the shares have had a nice run to $1,860 today—north of a quadruple.
Mr. Bezos, the founder, says he’s just getting started. I believe him. I’ll continue to ride the wave.
Just as I ask you to ride the waves—well, more like the slow, peaceful ripples—of Lake Theresa with me as sundown nears this evening. An open-air setting of wine spirits and edibles awaits us on arrival. And I intend to row, row, row our boat straight into the sherbet sunset . . .
. . . like a seafarer in love.
Say, around 6:45?
P.S. Enclosed is a blank cheque with only my signature. Fill in the amount per your discretion. Not to exceed . . . well, that’s your call, angel. Why? It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, love. See you soon.
Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2
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