We never tell a lie. So believe us when we say this letter really did arrive in our in-box this past September. Please enjoy, typos and all.
To: DailyCandy
From: A Concerned Reader
First of all, let me thank you for being one of my best secrete weapons in my full-time lady killing and cougar hunting. Because I subscribe to you, lots of people think I’m gay, and that’s usually the only foot in the door I need. Of course, I’m not interested in shoes or spas or dress sales, but the better-looking sex is amazed that I think beyond the end zone.
And then there’s the other stuff. Think of the surprise when I call Linda, the hotshot 40-something lawyer and invite her to a wine tasting you told me about. That’s way more impressive to her than the cigar bar her supervising partner — the one who’s job she covets — will ever take her too. Or what about Cindy, the SMU coed? She sure loves the restaurants I always know about before a Jazz Night at the DMA.
So thanks, DC. Thanks for all your help. These true stories are just a few of my own personal victories in which you played a central role. My poker night stories of conquest are by far the best at the table, and the other guys have no clue.
But please, DC, please don’t forget that we guys are out here, too. Sometimes you just gotta remember us.
He’s not the only one. Check out today’s Philly edition.