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bitches all knew who I was when we hooked up. I’m not going to change who I am for anyone. Words are the way to my heart.
    My perfect first date would be a long ride on my motorcycle, then a nice dinner on the beach. I love the beach. The water calms me.
    I’m a sunset kind of man, my favorite color is blue, and if I could be anywhere in the world right now, I’d be with my family. I miss them a lot and feel real bad for what I’ve put them through.
    I hope you don’t mind, but I have this question book I use when I write letters. It has thousands of questions to ask to get to know people better. Most of them are questions that we wouldn’t normally think to ask. If you don’t want me to use the book, just let me know. I just want to be one-hundred percent honest with you.
    So tell me something new about yourself. Something new about me would be that I trained in martial arts since I was young. I really enjoyed it, and was really good. I can’t wait to start again when I hit the streets.
    Here are some more questions for you.
    What gifts from your man mean the most to you?
    What is the best thing about starting a new relationship?
    What about love makes you afraid?
    What do you see from your bedroom window?
    Do you wear makeup all the time or only sometimes?
    Have you had a recurring dream throughout your life?
    What are your turn-ons and turn-offs?
    Do you believe soul mates meet by accident or is it destiny?
    Well, my beautiful girl, I’ve got to go. I hope you have an amazing week. I can’t wait until your next letter.
     
    Your friend,
    Joshua
     
    P.S. I made you something and you should have it soon. Hope you like it.
     
    I’m smiling so big when I put the letter down that my cheeks hurt. He thinks I’m beautiful.
    Me.
    Beautiful.
    And he made me something.
    Surprised laughter escapes me. I should probably be worried about the more than friendly tone of the letter, but somehow I feel special and a little lighter than I have in years.
    I feel … giddy. Giddy and curious.
    Who is this man?

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Beads, Bracelets, and Dicks
    “You’ve got two today, hon.”
    I smile widely at Grace’s confirmation, feeling a blush overtaking my face as I rush over to my post box. My heart’s racing as I unlock it and spot two letters, both from Joshua.
    Quickly, I retrieve my mail and wave a quick goodbye to Grace as I head outside, nearly jogging to my car. I barely have the car door shut before I tear into the first one, pulling out a piece of folded tissue paper that’s held closed with a sticker that reads,
Packaged with Love.
    My grin widens, and my cheeks begin to sting as something that feels a hell of a lot like butterflies begin to dance in my belly. But it can’t be butterflies, right? And my heart is only thumping harder, pumping and skipping, because I jogged to my car, right?
    It’s not excitement.
    It can’t be nerves.
    Shit.
Who am I kidding? I’m excited. I’m nervous. I’m … I’m … floating, hovering on a wave and I’m pretty sure I’d be happy if it never crashes into the shoreline, letting me ride it forever.
    Carefully, I peel the sticker off, unwrapping the paper and finding a bracelet within.
    The bracelet is beautiful, handmade with these tiny purple beads. And oh my God, my name is woven along the front in white with two hearts, one on each side.
    I don’t know how to react as I sit here in my car, my eyes stinging slightly as they start to water and those butterflies in my belly take flight, flapping and fluttering, filling my entire body.
    It’s … perfect.
    I’ve never had a man hand make jewelry for me before.
    I can’t believe Joshua actually made it.
    When he wrote that he had taken up beadwork in his profile, I’d never truly believed it. It’s kind of hard to picture this big, scary looking man working with tiny beads, but my God, it’s amazing.
    Abso-freakin’-lutely perfect.
    I pick it up and set the envelope and tissue paper aside. Wrapping it around my wrist, it’s