An Audition to Be the Next Meg Ryan
In this bonus issue, read Fletcher's cover letter to be the next icon of New York City rom-coms.
To whom it may concern:
My name is Fletcher Peters, and I am thrilled to be auditioning for the role of New York City’s next Meg Ryan. As a passionate 21-year-old rom-com connoisseur with two years of NYC experience, I believe myself to be a perfect fit. I’m especially interested in the role of the busy, loveless journalist, as my recent life experiences have followed an eerily similar path. I know that this role requires an intense tote collection, as well as frequent trips to quaint bookstores. I think my expertise in both fields would benefit in my preparation to be the 2020’s version of Meg Ryan.
I realize that by undertaking this role, I’ll frequently have to fall in love with Tom Hanks-esque men. As a young girl, I had the biggest crushes on Josh in Big and Allen in Splash — even Forrest from Forrest Gump was admirable, in my girlish eyes. I’m adaptable and ready to work in this field, as well as in similar fields. Recently, I’ve been noticing the rise of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before star Noah Centineo. If he happens to be the new Tom Hanks (which, interesting), I’m prepared to work on our chemistry together to be his Meg Ryan.
Besides my experience in rom-coms, New York, journalism, and Tom Hanks, I’m also well-versed in the sweater/turtleneck field. I have over 20 turtlenecks, featuring thick sweaters, layering pieces, and even summer mock-necks. My catalogue of thick-knit sweaters is just as extensive. Red and big-sleeved, my grandmother’s old periwinkle blue cable knit, a thrifted tunic, hoards of cardigans: you name it, I’ve got it. I could use a bit of assistance in making my hair a smidge more luscious and curly, but it has been improving.
me walking home from the Union Square Greenmarket, new plant in hand, hair curly, adorned with turtleneck and tote
In terms of my personality — well, I’m writing this newsletter, aren’t I? You’ve, quite literally, got mail. As an anemic, I do get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. Similarly, it does take me hours to select what sandwich to order; my roommates can vouch for this, we ordered Sunny & Annie’s just last week. I use Avon’s Haiku perfume and occasionally Clinique’s Happy, and while I’m no chemist, I’m pretty sure you’d still be able to smell either for hours after being around me.
this, but it’s me writing a newsletter
I would be happy to present my skills in action. New York, I want the rest of my life to start as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Fletcher
PS— You want it to be me! You want it to be me so badly.