My letter to Dawn Porter

I'm seeing this guy. Who's actually kind of useless. That's never happened, right?

He's a vegetarian. And a marathon runner. And very smart and all that and went to Harvard law...

Except he's USELESS. He wants someone to run his life. He recently told me his goal in life is to be that guy that everyone can call when they want someone to do something with... and he'll go. And try to have a good time, and make sure everyone else has a good time.

And he's also VERY confused about Buddhism, in that he thinks Buddhist detachment is about not wanting or needing anything at all, instead of simply being able to witness one's needs and wants and not be ruled by them. So consequently, he's trying to not want or need. Anything. And the other morning in bed, I say to him, "So if you don't want or need anything, where does that leave me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I want things from you. I don't really need things, but I want to see you, I _want_ you. And so forth. If you don't want anything, where does that leave me?"

"Huh. Now I'm all pensive," he says. Then I had to go to work.

So WHY am I telling you all this?


Because he's vaguely obsessed with you. And Prince. Which I think puts you in a pretty significant category.

And even though he doesn't deserve it, because he is useless, I think he would love a signed photo of you. I know he would, in fact.

I'd really appreciate that. "Dear Morgan, Stop being useless. Cheers, Dawn."

Well, it'd be great if you left out the middle part. But I figured you'd appreciate the laugh while you were flitting from LA to London.

:)

Veritas