My Dearest Mr. Wonka--
Please do us the honor of visiting our household for dinner again soon. I very much regret the unfortunate incident which ended our last gathering so abruptly.
Forgive me, sir, for staring at you. You are indeed eye candy, and my eyes have a sweet tooth.
Forgive me for the "peanut" remark. You were very polite about it.
Forgive me, young man, for fingering your coat tails. You didn't notice what I was doing, and I feel a bit guilty.
Forgive me for bumping my hand against yours as I pretended to reach for the salt. I only did it to touch you, I admit it.
Forgive me for patting your thigh to punctuate a point in the silly story I was telling. I know I had your attention; I didn't need to invade your personal space.
Forgive me for grabbing your thigh when everyone else was distracted by the arrival of dessert.
(I didn't mean to stroke it, either. Sorry.)
Forgive me for accidentally (it was! it was!) nudging your rear end when you jumped up from the table. Truly, it was an accident!
I forgive you for calling me a filthy old lady. I deserved that.
I'm sorry I inadvertently chased you away. Please come to dinner again! We can seat you on the opposite side of the table...
...where I can only reach you with my feet.
--G.G.
written 8-4-05