Sunday, May 19, 2013

A Letter to J. Gatsby.

Old Sport,

what, what, what are you doing?  I really love that every time I come into the city you have a great party, don't get me wrong, but I'm starting to worry about you.  It's been like 5 years right?  Hate to be blunt  but I don't think she's coming.  Anyway, you are way too good for her.  We've been saying this for YEARS.   We're all proud of you for pulling yourself by your own boots straps and everything of course.  However, you know there is more to life than money and that's all she cares about.  Granted it's going to be tough to find someone who isn't attracted to money now that you are high rollin' but you have the best judgement (well except with she-who-must-not-be-named) out of all of us.  I know you want to go back to the good ole' days...it's not possible.  My metabolism will never go back to the way it was, and some relationships can't go back to the way they were either.  Come out to the shore to get your mind off of things.  And I would highly recommend selling that house.  NYC is a great place to be single, but not if you won't move on from the girl next door.  So get away from the city and throw parties for the people that actually appreciate you.  And appreciated you before you had money.

Your friend,
Younger sport