Dear George…

Dear George,

I was really saddened to read the press release about your breakup with Elisabetta. You really had everyone fooled that you might actually have to eat your words about never getting married and make an honest woman out of her.

I’d like to apply for the role as your new ‘plus one’.  Here’s the thing.  I may not have the body of a goddess, I may not speak a foreign language and I have blonde hair.  BUT I’ll promise you this.  I won’t try to get you to marry me.

I can accept that you have always ALWAYS said that you don’t want to get married.   And George, I’m willing to bet that your former flames – Lisa, that French teacher, the Vegas waitress AND the Italian Queen all said they didn’t either.  But George….they did.  I DON’T.  I promise you I have no interest.

Go on boys weekends with Brad and Matt.  I can hang with Angie.  We can talk world peace and do each other’s nails.  I won’t even ask for a drawer at your Lake Cuomo Estate.  Take your missions to Sudan.  I’ll stay back and keep the home fires burning.  I’ll I ask for is a few trips to the Oscars, maybe a weekend a month having some ‘private time’ *wink*, and the occasional ride on your motorcycle.

In return you can announce in any magazine article or interview with Ann Curry that you’ll never get married EVER.  And I’ll sit back and knowingly smile thinking that, ‘dude I don’t want to marry you either.’

Doesn’t that sound AWESOME?  Come on …. you know you’re intrigued.

Just leave me a comment below and I’ll have my peeps get in touch with your peeps.

Again, WOOHOO deepest sympathy George…

Sara

xx