I think I must give Ada an ultimatum.
I’ve now written twice to her, with no response.
When we last met I thought things were headed in the right direction. We sat all cozy at the movie theatre watching “A Trip Down Market Street”. I whispered to her, “one day we will go to San Francisco”. We held hands as I walked her home. She shyly kissed me on the cheek as we said goodnight.
I walked back to my hotel light as a feather, floating on a cloud.
So why doesn’t she write back to me?
This postcard will say it all.
The spoony looking couple will maybe make her think: “This could be CD and me.”
And with my 23 skidoo at the end, she’ll know I mean business.
If I don’t hear from her this time, I’ll get out while the getting’s good.
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