Hey, guys, you know what makes me a nightmare?

I mean, it's not but a podcast, so we can't get into everything that makes me a month.

Here in the beginning of Love Month, what makes me a nightmare for Love Month is that I remember everything.

Would you agree?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

But you know what? I also have a tendency to save everything. Would you agree? Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yes. But you know what? I also have a tendency to save everything,

including this love letter from a man old enough to be my daddy who hit on me so hard when I was a

teenager. Shame spiral. Let's open it and read it.

We always have an odd one in the crowd, so it's kind of odd.

I decidedly odd.

Isn't that strike you as a little bit odd? No, it doesn't strike me as a little bit odd.

It's the Bob and Sherry Oddcast with stuff we wouldn't, couldn't, or shouldn't do on the regular show.

Now, here's the odd cast.

So, guys, um'all do you.

I have never been attracted to people much apart from my own age.

Like, I've never really dated anyone much older than me or much younger than me.

My husband is four years older than me. That's about

as big an age gap as I've ever had. But when I was a teenager, like all teenage girls in

America or most teenage girls in America, I had to deal with unwanted male attention from men that were old enough to be my dad.

And it started for me pretty young the way it does for a lot of girls because I had a job in the service industry.

And I worked in this restaurant.

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