Sex and Death

This is the Love letter I wrote to Melissa Jenkins that triggered all the negative reviews (written by individuals who never read Sex & Death, nor never met Melissa or myself). The hysterical ignorance of these bumpkin wastrels is tragic. Please judge me for yourself. "Dear Melissa, When I heard the news I’d just returned home to Vermont from Hollywood to finish some legal business. I never told you while we dated last year that I loved you with all my heart, but I was still so broken from my Brother and my fiancée leaving my life that I had a hard time opening up. You helped move me out of my funk and back into Myself. No words could ever convey how thankful I am for you always being there for me, like a lighthouse standing strong, bright and warm on the stormy shore to save me (and many more) from the rocks and the sharks. I was gonna come back home after writing in Hollywood burned me out, working so hard to get back to the good ol’ country comforts and values, and make you my wife. I envisioned myself being a solid man for you, splitting firewood, fixing up your ranch house, hauling Maple sap, going sledding and hiking, dinners with friends and family at the Creamery, working construction with my Dad, providing for you and being a standup father for Ty, posting his drawings on the fridge. I adored your precocious son, Ty, skilled at toddler basketball, coloring the walls, seeing him loving his mom and grandmom when she got home from making sandwiches, and taming your wild little kitten racing all over the house. Remember how Ty loved trying to walk in my big snow boots by the sliding glass door with his angelic giggle and giant smile? I fondly remember reading him children’s books, with the super thick pages, using a cartoon voice and he’d chuckle, especially when the kitten would jump on us to see what we were up to. I never could turn the pages fast enough for Ty, so eager to see what came next, again and again. It made me feel important bringing you guys groceries and I enjoyed every savory hot dinner you prepared us. Even if you weren’t feeling well you always cooked without a complaint, asking me how I was doing and if there was anything I needed. You gave me your warm friendship. With your Science background it was only natural you turned me on to The Big Bang Theory as we shared a glass of wine and stories about growing up in the magical Northeast Kingdom. I loved watching you teach your precocious baby son sign language. Ty could count to ten and almost use complete sentences, taking after mummy’s high IQ and her voracious quest for knowledge, understanding and wisdom. I’d bounce Ty on my knee as if he were my own blood and he’d laugh past bed time. It was a tender moment watching you put him down in his crib each night and he went right to sleep without a peep. He’s such a good little man, slated for greatness. He had the most phenomenal teacher and mother possible. We were a fun-loving family for a winter and I can’t thank you both enough for the happy times we shared together. I saw you work two jobs to make double car and insurance payments for you and your ex so Ty could see his father more often. You were so incredibly generous, forever going the extra mile with your giving and compassionate spirit, as was my Brother. Being charismatic leaders and peacemakers, you two never had any enemies, just friends and future friends. You gave 100% to everyone in your lives, trusting, loving and caring about each one with your king-sized open wings. My Brother, Melissa and I were all good friends, growing up in our special little Vermont Kingdom together, learning the value of your word as men and women, and the importance of duty to your community and family bonds that city folk come here to get a fleeting taste of. I’m so glad Melissa’s now trading stories with my Brother in Heaven, until I can in person—along with the biggest hugs you could imagine..." (Letter continued in Author Biography)