How to write a love letter
The worst part about Gov. Mark Sanford’s “sparking” affair with an Argentinian woman was not the affair. Oh no. I don’t really care what people do with their pants off. The worst part was reading the love e-mails between the two that the State newspaper published. I cringed in embarrassment at the words, not the deed.
A few excerpts and you’ll see what I mean. From the Governor to “Maria” in Argentina:
I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificently gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curves of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of night’s light — but hey, that would be going into the sexual details we spoke of at the steakhouse at dinner — and unlike you I would never do that!”
This is way worse than Clinton’s cigar. Way worse. He’s apparently very serious, and all I can think of is, “Is this a joke?” The writing alone disqualifies him from holding office.
Love letters really took a dive with this man. Whatever happened to the lyric prose of Shakespeare’s sonnets, Dante’s poems for Beatrice, Heloise and Abelard’s letters, hell, even Song of Solomon? If it were me, I would have dumped his ass immediately for writing such stupid, sappy blather — and then ending it with “sexual details we spoke of at the steakhouse.” The steakhouse? Honestly, sexual details should not be shared over steak.
Also, what woman wants a man to say that he loves her “tan lines”? Next he’s going to be talking about those cute crow’s feet, or the mole shaped like a heart on her back. Yuck.
Listen, if you’re going to write a love letter do it in longhand, on paper, so that it can be burned later. And don’t sign it. And while you’re at it you might want to cut out magazine letters and paste them onto it and use rubber gloves if you’re the Republican governor of a southern state writing to your mistress.
If you’re not Shakespeare then love letters need to be short and to the point. “I love you. I miss you. You’re beautiful. I had a great time. Wish you were here.” It works, doesn’t it? She knows you care.
Oh, Mark. So many things went wrong in these letters. Let’s get to the Thornbirds part. Again, from Mark to Maria:
“I better stop now least this really sound like the Thornbirds — wherein I was always upset with Richard Chamberlain for not dropping his ambitions and running into Maggie’s arms. The bottom line is two fold, my heart wants me to get on a plane tonight and to be in your loving arms — my head is saying how do we put the Genie back in the bottle because I sure don’t want to be encumbering you, or your options or your life. Put differently, given I love you, I don’t want to be part of the reason you are having less than an ideal week in what sounds like a cool spot.”
First off, I thought Richard Chamberlain’s character in the Thornbirds was not “ambitious” so much as he was a priest. He had taken vows. To God. Just like Mark Sanford had at one time with another woman.
But worst of all is Sanford’s ridiculous inability to never know when to shut up. Stop at “my heart wants to get on a plane tonight and be in your loving arms.” That’s good. That’s really good. So why did he have to go and ruin it by writing, “I don’t want to be part of the reason you are having less than an ideal week in what sounds like a cool spot.”
Less than an ideal week? In a cool spot? The woman is having an affair with a married man who happens to be a conservative politician. Of course she is having less than an ideal week. She knows it’s just a matter of time before she’s dumped.
Let’s move on to next rule of thumb. Don’t talk about heavy equipment in your love letters.
“To me, and I suspect no one else on earth, there is something wonderful about listening to country music playing in the cab, air conditioner running, the hum of a huge diesel engine in the background, the tranquility that comes with being in a virtual wilderness of trees and marsh, the day breaking and vibrant pink coming alive in the morning clouds — and getting to build something with each scoop of dirt… Enough about my love of heavy equipment and woods at sunrise …”
Yes. Let’s get back to you and your tan lines, shall we?
Fortunately, Doug and I have never shared this type of correspondence. We stick to making kissy noises on the phone when we say goodbye from long distances and that’s about as sappy as it gets. But, since this story broke we have agreed that should we ever stretch the bounds of our marriage we will not exchange love letters or e-mails and only need to say, “I’ve hiked the Appalachian Trail. And now I’m back.”
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March 21st, 2010 at 5:00 pm
June 26th, 2009 at 4:19 pm
Yes, the sickening e-mails were by far the worst part of the scandal. And why would you send them as e-mails if you were a public figure, knowing that all e-mails are traceable and non-erasable? Why not send an old-fashioned letter that no one else will ever see?
June 30th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
When you put the words “erotic” and “steakhouse” in the same sentence, you’re skiing down that slippery slope of sap at breathtaking speed.
July 2nd, 2009 at 10:43 am
I do like a well-crafted love letter, but I agree that they should be hand-written, preferably on paper that self-destructs. Richard C’s character in The Thornbirds was ambitious, I think I remember from reading it a very long time ago. He wanted to be a cardinal. I could be wrong. It’s just odd that the governor would use that metaphor. Is he Catholic? Really, nothing that a politician does surprises me. Democrat, Republican, they’re all loony. I’m speaking about male politicians, of course!