P.O. Box 1034
Colorado Springs, CO 80901
November 21, 2003
Ms. Diane Carman
The Denver Post
Denver, CO 80202
Dear Ms. Carman:
Permit me to forgo the requisite fan platitudes: How I feel that your column speaks to me personally; that it's as if I already know you, and, by the way, would you mind having a look at this manuscript?
Trust that I've given this a lot of thought and, though we are indeed strangers, I feel that in the event that we were to become romantically involved, it just wouldn't work out.
I know this might be hard to take, but I prefer to be up front with people regardless of whether I know them or not. A cynical friend refers to this as my doctrine of pre-emptive dumping, but there's really no reason for you to feel dumped.
As the breakup clich goes, It's not you Diane, it's me. As much as my feminist conscience would thrill at being the arm candy of one of our state's pre-eminent pundits, I ultimately believe it would be too stressful to resist becoming subsumed in your public persona.
Much has been written about the politics of interracial and interclass relationships, but little has been said of mergers between those occupying starkly different poles of the meritocracy. Perhaps it's a lack of courage on my part, but I'm not interested in being your guinea pig.
I wish you the best of luck and hope that if we ever meet that it won't be too awkward for you.
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