Rizzo 3

February 20, 2004 - 1:35 p.m.

Dear Rizzo,

What the fuck are we going to do on our first date?

I'm fairly certain that tomorrow is going to be plagued by a torrential downpour and lightning. If it were warm, I wouldn't so much mind running in the streets in a white t-shirt. But hell if I'm getting on a motorcycle with you, oily and Puerto Rican or not. You, with your metal head plate and titanium kneecaps. I don't need to be driving around, hanging on to a veritable lightning rod, yo.

shit. I'm at a loss for ideas so I'll just agree to whatever your ideas are, be it pants-shitting or Medieval Times. I don't have any weights, but I have a treadmill and we could run in tandem until one of us falls and gets a severe tread burn. Or how about we sit in the dark on my closet floor, and you can listen to me get drunk on a $7 bottle of grain alcohol?

It'll be like grade school.

Whatchoo think? Have you told your mom about me yet?

Shawna

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