Wanted a grandmother for sex
Note: This beautiful love letter to her late grandmother first ran on angiecat.com, the blog of our fabulous new Director of Audience Development and Branded Content, Andrea Zimmerman, all about life, love and her boyfriend, The Bear.
Dear sweet, sweet, beautiful grandmother Bette, By this point, I'm sure you've joyously reunited with Grandad, Aunt Dot, and Uncle John and you're filling them in on the last few years over a few draft beers. Have one for me and tell everyone I’m healthy and happy and started a blog, okay?
For some reason, her and I clicked from the very beginning.
Put that dish towel down.' And I stood there and I didn't say mum, but when we came home, I said, ' What did your dad tell you? ' And he said, ' My mother always did that for me.' And I looked at him, in shock, and said: ' Not anymore, Paul.
You unpack your suitcase and I'll unpack my suitcase.' And when he opened his suitcase, would you believe, everything had tissue paper between it! ' And he said, ' No, my mother packed it for me.' And I said, ' Remember when I told you I wouldn't unpack your suitcase?
Your voice was so weak – you had just woken up – but you responded, ' I know you will, Andrea.' So in that spirit, I hope you don't mind that I'm sharing a few gems from our conversation.
(Knowing how willing you were to dish out advice – solicited or not – I figured I'd have your blessing.) You truly were a woman ahead of your time.
I'm sure that men in that day didn't spend 30 minutes wondering if we were pleased.