Picture me at my desk at work. Wednesday afternoon. Shirt untucked, tie undone. Remnants of lunch can be seen on my collar and tie. Windows open because lunch didn't really agree with me if you know what I mean. In comes one of my assistants who drops off a a nice sized Tiffany box with a card attached. My real name on the outside. No one ever sends me anything but nasty letters so this makes a nice change.
I took a photo of the writing in the card, and was just going to post it, then realized someone might recognize the handwriting, and so will just reproduce it word for word here.
Dear Ent, (real name on outside of card, Ent on the inside)
Yesterday I got an e-mail telling me about a really funny Sesame Street article I should read. I clicked the link and found your site. After reading the Sesame St. article, I decided to take a look around since I had never been. At one point, I came across the most amazing story about the time I got stuck in traffic and how you came to my rescue. I'm happy to know that you find me so enticing and presume that our shared secret will stay just that.
__________(her first name)
P.S. You drank way more than me. Enjoy the gift.
Inside the box was a flask with both sets of our initials.
This was definitely a first, and this is why I tend to stay away from talking about myself except as to events that happened further in the past. The good thing about the letter was the shock to my heart was such that I think some arteries became unblocked.