Dear Jon Hamm,
I just wanted to state, for the record, that even though you are a total jerkwad to your wife Betty on Mad Men, I would run away with you in a second if you asked me to. Preferably to 1960s California. Also, in this fantasy I would have a body and wardrobe much like Joan's.
Oh, shoot. Am I confusing reality with fiction again? My bad.
My offer still stands.
Hugs and Kisses,
ps- don't tell Gary. I want to break it to him gently, you know? Somewhere nice and private, like on my blog.
pps- ooops. You don't have blogs in the 1960s, so disregard that last sentence. I'll explain it soon enough.