Okay, David, so, I am by day a mild-mannered attorney/landman doing a way more than adequate job for my small oil and gas firm because I am an Ivy leaguer who is over-educated, over-age, and an over-achiever. But by night, I am a David Cook fan (this is also true during the day, BTW), a super-annuated fangirl, a superfan period, and one of your greatest admirers.

Tonight, a Friday, after THE most exciting week in my life and possibly YOURS (?), I met up with some good friends and may have imbibed a tad too much Pinot Grigio, but not an unsafe amount because I am ensconced at home before my laptop as I write this. And from the fruit of the grape comes my true confession that you have made this fabulous fifty feel like a girl again--albeit the same smart girl I ever were. I love you, I love your sound, I love your look, I love the way you love your mom and dad (but especially your mom) and your brothers, and your niece, nephew and former teachers. I love how polite and patient you are, what a gentleman you are, what a scholar you are, what a hot lava bomb you are, what a great friend you are, what a kind and compassionate man you are, and pretty much everything you are. If I were single and young and gorgeous, I would surely embarrass my children with the declarations I would now make, but then I wouldn't have those children if such were true, and I would not give them up for even YOU, my darling, LOL! But you are worth almost every other sacrifice and I have shown that through the last 4 months.

I wish upon a star that I could meet you and thank you for the tremendous joy you have given me, joy I have missed since my parents left this vale. But I plan to see you in concert and scream like the aged fangirl I could be were I not so dignified when you come to Houston on 8/24. I will gargle muchly before then to get in shape.

You are the best. You are the tops. You are so precious. I love you though I do not know you. I wish you could return the favor, but I try to understand you cannot. Really. I do try. hahahahaha. okay. Someone take this laptop away from me now. Oh, thanks.

BYe.

Laura.