June 1999
Dear Lisa,
I’m not sure if you remember me. We went to Drama Camp together the, summer between 9th & 10th grade. After camp you wrote for a little while, but then I guess its been almost 10 years since I heard from you now. I thought about it for a while back then, I thought I did something, but aside from asking for a picture of your boobs when I was a horny 15 year old, I couldn’t think of anything that offensive. I gotta tell you, it took me all year to get over you. I mean sophomore year, I should been loving life, but there I was reading Billy Shakespeare in the library, thinking of summer love. Looking back it seems lame, but at the time, I was so smitten, I didn’t care that the other kids called me Shakes the Clown or Drama Queen.
By the next summer, when I got my driver’s licence I thought about driving up to Connecticut. I looked up all the Petersons in Hartford in the phone book, you must have a lot of distant cousins up there, cause everyone I called hadn’t ever heard of you.
Anyway, by the end of summer I guess I was kind of over it. I hooked up with this girl I knew from before named Jenny. She started going out with me b/c I had a car and her old boyfriend didn’t. Its amazing what a difference even a p.o.s. Ford Escort can do for your status at 16. So that was that, and I didn’t think about you again for years, until last week.
I was wandering thru the park downtown Portland, (I am working here now) and I stumbled upon an outdoor production of Midsummer’s Night and all of the sudden, I was 15 years old all over again. I sat all the way thru the show, it was terrible. Probably a little better than our drama camp show, but still when Lysander laid one on Hermia, I got chills. So I decided to find you. Again, do you have any idea how many Lisa Petersons there are in the State of Connecticut alone. This internet is amazing, but its just a lot of info and you need a Private Eye, which I considered till I found out how much they cost. Wow!. $450 a day plus expenses to look stuff up on line and make some phone calls, its not like I was trying to find out of someone was cheating on me. But I digress.
So long story short, I thought it was high time I found my forest maiden, so I am making copies of this letter and am gonna send it to every Lisa Peterson in the tri-state area in hopes that I find the right one. So if you get this, you can confirm it’s you and if you want, you can finally send that picture of your boobs.
Looking forward seeing them
Henry
“Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood” —
Act1 Sc 1
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