Because we all need more romance in our lives… Here’s a selection from the love letters of South Carolina’s governor laureate, Mark Sanford, to his Argentinian mistress:
Two, mutual feelings …. You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificent gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curve of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of the night’s light – but hey, that would be going into sexual details …
Three and finally, while all the things above are all too true – at the same time we are in a hopelessly – or as you put it impossible – or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure. As I have said to you before I certainly had a special feeling about you from the first time we met, but these feelings were contained and I genuinely enjoyed our special friendship and the comparing of all too many personal notes …
Lastly I also suspect I feel a little vulnerable because this is ground I have never certainly never covered before – so if you have pearls of wisdom on how we figure all this out please let me know… In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.
That’s good stuff, I say! Who says southern gentility is dead?
After his performance at the press conference today, I’m beginning to suspect Sanford is a political genius. He just raised his national visibility in a huge way, he’s cornered the Clinton adultery vote (but in a way that demonstrates to women he’s not just in it for the punani), while simultaneously courting the Latin vote. If “Maria” turns out to be a fox, all bets are off for the presidency in 2012.
P.S. The local newspaper claims they had these emails since December. While the more recently disgraced governors of New York and Illinois were brought down by simple wiretaps on the part of the Feds (curious that they just so happened to be monitoring the governors representing Clinton and Obama’s home states during an election year, eh?), there is no such thing as privileged communication these days. One must assume that everything you say, write, or fart has already been heard, read, or sniffed by the prying ears, eyes, and noses of someone other than the intended recipient. (And yes, I target my farts.)