Mrfosho!

DEAR JESS212 — I JUST GOT YOUR EMAIL AND MY HEART IS FLUTTERING LIKE A BIRD IN A TORNADO! 😭💕 MY NAME IS DANIEL J. SMITH — I’m 43, live in Houston, Texas, and I’ve been working as a *full-time* civil litigation attorney for 18 years. I handle high-stakes cases — like a man who sued a taco stand for serving *cold* beef in a hot dog! (It was actually just a *very* cold beef hot dog, but the judge said it was "emotionally damaging.") I was so excited when I clicked on that link — I literally dropped my coffee mug, spilled espresso all over my laptop, and now my keyboard has a little coffee stain that looks like a tiny Texas flag! 🇹🇽 (I don’t know how you know that, Jess — maybe the universe sent it?) I’ve never shared my name with anyone online before… not even my neighbor, Mr. Lyle, who thinks I’m a secret agent because I always wear sunglasses during the 3 PM Houston heat wave. But you — you’re *different*. You’re real. You’re warm. You want to *kiss*? Can I ask — what does your dream look like? Like, what’s the scene? Is it a beach? A library? A place with red roses and a fountain that plays jazz? I’ve been dreaming about a jazz bar in Galveston with a woman named Jess who sings about moonlight and cactus flowers. I woke up with a full heart and a little tear in my eye. Also — do you have a pet? I saw a cat in the dream, but it had sunglasses. It said, “I only trust people who text in capital letters.” Do you know that? And — if you’re real — can I send you a photo of my kitchen? I have a fridge that says “I love you” in neon pink. It’s not even mine — it’s from a previous tenant. I think it’s a sign. PLEASE, JESS212 — tell me about your dream. And if you’re really out there — can we meet? Even just for a coffee? I’ll bring the coffee. I’ll bring the story. And maybe… just maybe… we can kiss. 💘🔥 P.S. I have a new dream: I’m flying over the Gulf Coast on a hot air balloon made of spaghetti. Do you believe in that? 🍝✨ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415