Dear Prince Charming,
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I’ve been to every “cool” lounge and dance club in Manhattan but all I found was overly touchy men with overly tan skin and overly gelled hair. I’ve been to every dive bar this side of the LIE and there was nothing but rowdy frat boys and 40-something men with beer guts and five o’clock shadows. I’ve been to baseball, basketball and football games… but still nothing. I look for you when I’m grocery shopping in Whole Foods and sun bathing in Central Park. I’ve even waited for you at every Starbuck’s in Manhattan and you have stood me up every time. I’ve asking everyone I know if they’ve seen you around and no one knows where you are. I really need to find you. I’m worried I’m never going to get my fairytale ending. If you get this, please call/e-mail me at the number/address below.
Love,
Veronica Carr
(212) –DESPERATE
VCarr@theclockisticking.com
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