Ernest Hemingway - Love Letters from Old Dudes

Desperation isn’t sexy, E.

Voyeurism is fun.

Read these very personal love letters old dudes wrote to thier ladies back in the dizzle. Too bad boys don't talk like this anymore.

Study up and get in the mood for a little Valentine's Day fun.

April 16, 1945

Dearest Pickle,

So now I’m going out on the boat with Paxthe and Don Andres and Gregorio and stay out all day and then come in and will be sure there will be letters or a letter. And maybe there will be. If there aren’t I ‘ll be a sad s.o.a.b. But you know how you handle that of course? You last through until the next morning. I suppose I’d better figure on there being nothing until tomorrow night and then it won’t be so bad tonight.

Please write me Pickle. If it were a job you had to do you’d do it. It’s tough as hell without you and I’m doing it straight but I miss you so [I] could die. If anything happened to you I’d die the way an animal will die in the Zoo if something happens to his mate.

Much love my dearest Mary and know I’m not impatient. I’m just desperate.

Ernest