named Shannon and Michaela
want me to write them love letters for their boyfriends.
Shannon lovingingly describes her boyfriend, Ryan, as
“a sarcastic ass always picking on me and my big head!”
She goes on to say she met him at a country club dance hall
four and a half years ago
and she’s “still waiting for the proposal
and make sure you put that in the letter!”
I ask Shannon why Ryan is holding back
she says Ryan claims he needs to “make sure it’s the right go” first
and that he is “still checking things out.”
“Trucking, working, and mudding in his ’97 blue Ford.”
She also adds “Shiner bock” and “Ziegen Bock,”
Michaela’s “goofball” is named Justin,
and he is “the weirdest person you will ever meet,
a shy country boy who loves hunting and fishing.”
A little over a year ago Michaela asked him out,
and later on she had to ask Justin
to confirm if we were dating,
and his reply,
“Do I really need to?”
Michaela and Justin have two dogs,
June and Avery.
Michaela tells me she imagines that her boyfriend
is crying in bed and holding June now
that she has been gone for two days.
Typical behavior for the industrial technology student
who loves Fords but hates his own Dodge truck,
who loves Ziegen bach and Shiner beers.
I am given a third assignment,
to write a letter to their friend Tate,
a “ditzy fashionista,
the owner of a wiener dog,
a smart, outgoing blonde”
who’s also studying architectural engineering
in Kingsville Texas
and is planning for her elaborate wedding
“which is not happening anytime soon.”
Chic Fil A, naps, sushi,
her football player boyfriend, Max.
Tate gets mad at Shannon and Michaela when they jaywalk.
Lastly, Tate collects trays,
shabby chic vintage trays.
She has so many she stores them in stacks.