My dear Jonathan,
It is my first night out in the wilderness, my first night without you. I just miss you terribly. I can't stop thinking of our cosy bed, with you cuddled beside me, peppering me with little kisses as you say "I love you". Oh, if only I had not been persuaded to come here.
It's a warm moonless night and I have my sleeping bag right beside Kendra Smith. She's a soap actress in a show Max loves to watch at 11am. She seemed a nice girl with her head on her shoulders, and among the group I feel she's the one I could most relate to.
You won't believe who else is here with me-Governor Williams. He says he needed this exposure for his bid to the senatorial race on the next election.
The suspended young Mets baseball star is here as well- Donald Mantel. He said he needed something to do during his suspension. I sat next to him in the chopper on the way to the foot of the mountain. I learned that his attention was something I particularly didn't want to encourage. I will keep my distance as much as possible.
The other celebrities with me are:
Daphne Stone (right, the same one as the label of your casual trousers)
Peter Folgum, a suspense novelist
Pleasure, a former playboy playmate centrefold.
Mr. Halloway's nephew, Brian, who's an aspiring actor. He has a small role in "Santa Monica Hills" with Kendra.
After lunch we changed into comfortable outdoor clothes like jeans, khakis, sneakers and combat boots. I brought a lot of cotton long-sleeved shirts to minimize exposure to the sun but it was a good thing I brought along a couple of tank tops to use over my swimsuit as we were told that our first activity was to catch a fish with our own improvised net or hook in the river which would be our dinner. I don't know how I looked on tv trying to catch those elusive trouts with my bare hands when I didn't have the heart to catch them with a pointed stick.
Anyone without a catch would have beans for dinner. You guessed that right. I had beans for dinner. hehehe. But I didn't mind at all. :)
Donald caught an extra one which he offered me but knowing his intentions toward me I turned it down. The last thing I want is for people watching the show to misconstrue anything between us.
We hiked up a mountain where we would be spending the night. Daphne complained about feeling fatigue and a little sick. I gave her some over the counter medicine and told her to take it easy, her body wasn't used to hiking in the heat. She was worried about mosquito bites that she liberally kept applying mosquito repellent.
Tomorrow morning we will be rappelling down the mountain before proceeding to the campsite where we will be staying for the rest of the show dates. There we will proceed to our succeeding activities which I'm not particularly looking forward to as they would involve bugs and other slimy creatures of the wild. I hope kissing frogs are not included because I have already found my prince and kissing frogs won't be necessary. Just humouring you darling. :)
It is almost midnight and I believe everyone's asleep being exhausted from our trek and our fishing. I am writing you underneath my blanket with the aide of a flashlight. I don't know how many cameras are there at night or if there are any when the lights are out but I don't want to risk them knowing that I am writing you lest they would confiscate my notebook and pen or worse sensationalise the film clip of my love letter writing for the tv show.
They confiscated everyone's cellphone and gadgets. They even got our cosmetic bags, claiming make up and perfume are a luxury which they cannot let us indulge.
I love you, Jonathan.
Warm Hugs,
Jennifer