Summer Lovin'

Ladies,

You must have arrived at this blog by accident. Please do not leave. I would like to spend the next few moments explaining why I should be your John Travolta this summer. First and foremost, I have a cleft in my chin. Seriously. Now that I have your attention, read this letter that I wrote in the summer of 2000, aka the summer of love.

Dear ___________,
Thanks for writing! My friend said I should write you, but I guess you beat me to it! I miss you too. I hope camp gets more exciting. Congrats on the play, I'm really happy for you! I think you're cute too! You can keep writing if you want to. Too bad there's no computers there or you could email me. It's a lot faster. Oh well, anything works for me. I can't wait to see you again!! I'm running out of room, so have a great time!
Love,
Nick Lane

P.S. My parents don't know about you, so could you not put any hearts or anything on the envelope? Thanks!

Yes, that is a real letter. Yes, I really was that charming at the young age of 12. Yes, you too could receive a similar letter! Imagine how much game I must have 8 years later. I'm practically dripping with it. Anyways, write me a letter at camp. You won't regret it. I will write back, and later we can sing songs from Grease.

Nick Lane
PO Box 228
Speculator NY 12164

P.S. My parents know about you. Hearts on the envelope are encouraged.