Mail to Males
Letters to the men who have given us fond memories
& Posts to the boys who have given us migraines
Real girls, real guys, real stories.
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Dear Readers,
We’ve reached the 50 follower mark! Thank you! It’s hard to believe that our little blog has only been up one short week. Thank you for reading our letters and submitting your own, and for sharing us with your friends. We love it! We’re looking forward to all of the mail still to come!
xoxo,
Alice & Andie
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PICK me! Nevermind, don’t. (Part 2 of “Music to My Ears”)
Dear Steven,
I met you at Guitar Center about a week ago. We made polite conversation for awhile and on my way out you asked what I like to do for fun and if I’d like to go to a show with you sometime. You asked me for my phone number, and I gave it to you. You sent me three text messages that night. You also Facebook friend requested me the very next morning and got my e-mail address. Things were looking good, and I was on my best behavior. I returned two of your three messages with flirty laughter and smiley-faces and waited for you to make the next move. You didn’t send me a message on Facebook after you friend-requested me, but I’ve heard that boys like the chase so I figured I’d let you do that. You’re not really my type, but I was giving you a chance, and let it slip to the back of my mind.
It’s now 7 days later, and you have utilized none of the 3 methods of communication you fought so hard to acquire. WHAT GIVES? If you weren’t interested, why on earth did you ask me in the first place? I was more than excited just to pick up my shiny orange guitar picks. Now I feel slightly disappointed because something I didn’t want in the first place didn’t happen.
I’m never flirting with boys who work in stores again (unless I get a discount!)
Love (possibilities grow lesser and lesser each day!),
Alice
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Fishing Line of Love
Dear Boys (all of you, in general) —
—- I don’t know what it is about me that instantly attracts 89% of you at first glance. I’m tall, blonde, and I like to think I’m a good listener. I dress fashionably and I wear high heels. I’m good bait, I guess. You meet me, flirt shamelessly with me, ask for my number, follow me around, facebook friend me, e-mail me, text me…
… and then NEVER ask me out. Ever.
Some of you won’t even call me or text me once. Some of you will send me a few messages and then just stop. It never gets to the point where you legimately ask me on a date.
Conversely, there are other girls who get less attention at first, but after they get a successful bite on their fishing line of love, they hear from the guy almost immediately afterwards. (This means you, Andie!)
… what gives???
Am I doing something wrong? Someone please tell me. I’m sick of sardines!
Love (I think?),
Alice
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CONTEST! *WIN* This Fab Necklace!
Love this necklace? We do too! It’s amazing, and it’s about our favorite topic- Love!
We are so close to 100 followers (amazing, right!?!) and the person that becomes our 100th follower will win this necklace. So, spread the word, tell all of your friends to “follow” our blog- and maybe if you ask really nicely they’ll loan this piece to you every other weekend!
Rules: You cannot un-follow us and re-follow us. Sorry! New followers only. If you recommended them though, and they tell us in a message, we may have a special gift for you, too! Winner must provide us with an address within 7 days of us letting you know you’ve won, and if that doesn’t happen it will go to #101. Good luck!
xoxo,
Alice & Andie
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I Heart Douchebags
Attention douchebags: yes, you, all of the boys who have jilted me, dumped me, forgot to call me back, to the boyfriends who missed my birthday party or who spent Christmas with another girl when you told me you were staying with your Mom, to the guys who made me feel cheap or dirty, and to those of you who just cared more about yourself than anything else in the world…
… Thank you.
Because without all of the hurt, and pain, and grief that you have caused me— I would not have ever become stronger, I would not have become better, and I would not have learned to channel all of that sadness and loneliness into amazing creativity. All of the projects that I have completed at 2am because I was sick of crying myself to sleep and all of the tasks I finished to get my mind off the most desperate feelings in the pit of my stomach — I owe all of those successes to you. Well, I owe them to myself, but you certainly helped kick-start me!
And, when I finally meet the man who was made for me, who has been waiting for me since the day he was born… I will rejoice because without all of the rest of you, I may not have appreciated him when he finally came along. It’s all about perspective.
Love (lost but not forgotten),
Alice
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