Dear First Lady Michelle Obama,
It must be hard to be the President's wife. All of his going to G-20 conferences and rushing off to the Situation Room must really put some strain on your relationship. Not to mention, the fact that your husband is commonly referred to as "the most powerful man in the world" almost has to make him an absolute terror to deal with in the bedroom.
So don't you think it's time you did something for yourself? Like holing up with a 25-year-old in some Adams Morgan loft apartment, drinking a cup of chamomile tea and watching the end of the Washington, DC winter slip away out the window? The Secret Service won't tell the President (I learned this from watching The West Wing, when Zoey's agent wouldn't tell President Bartlet what his daughter was up to at Georgetown), and I think we would really get along. Not that we have, well, really anything in common. But we're both Americans, dammit, and isn't that all that matters?
So, how bout it, Michelle? There's a long and illustrious history of American Presidents' affairs--don't you think it's about time the First Lady wrote a chapter?
Sincerely,
A Dude You Should Date
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