Dear Red Bull New York-
Hi Baby. I know this is kind forward but I just can't hold it back any longer. The last few weeks together have been really special; I have had feelings stir in me that I haven't felt in years (ever since I broke up with with Dallas after she left me for that piece of trash in Southlake). It's early days I know but you've really knocked me tits-over-tail with your creativity, aggressiveness (I like it when you're on top), and your non-judgemental views on tail-gating.
I also appreciate the way that you have bettered yourself for me; anyone can get lypo but you've trimmed the fat-Tony, and gone the extra step and had augmentation (Angel, Mathis, Reyna, Watterus). I want you to know that I appreciate that and it signals to me that you are in this relationship for the long haul, not just a quicky in the toilets at Marquee. And if I haven't told you already your ball-handling skills kinda turn me on.
It hasn't always been so easy between us, I know but I'm just really feeling you right now. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Your name seems to be on every ones lips these days but I'm OK with it. I just hope that all of the accolades, compliments, & Goals of the Week nominations don't go to your head; remember who was down for you before you had famous friends (Shakira, Wyclef, et al).
But I'm not writing to complain about your success as it's nice to be with a winner….for once. And don't worry, I'm not fickle. I'll be by your side as long as you 'stand by me'.
P.S. I'm warming up to you wearing white around the house, I think I can learn to love it.
Download: Beastie Boys "Open Letter to NYC"