For the end of 2006...

Dear FutureMe, How's the writing coming? I hope you managed to get yourself in a routine where you were spending a few hours a day banging on a keyboard, and that you stuck to this routine for at least a few months. Because that's the only way you'll ever know if you have a good book in you. And it would be a shame if you never find out. I also hope the investments I made for you did reasonably well. I thought them through pretty carefully, and hopefully I didn't overlook anything important. I would have liked to play with some individual stocks, rather than just funds and ETFs, but I didn't think that you'd have the time and the know-how for that, just yet. Anyway, if you've gotten some great returns from your '06 portfolio, go treat yourself! If not, keep learning and better luck next year. By the way, whatever happened with A? You had spent about ten months trying to get her to date you, a goal which you could have and possibly should have given up on on any of several different occasions, but which you didn't, because every time she traded witty banter with you or gave you that smile, you knew your heart was on a hook. And you also sensed that maybe -- just maybe -- if you kept working on her, she'd realize what a great guy you are and go out with you. In fact, you and her had plans to hang out together at your apartment on the evening of the day that this letter was written. Was it just as friends, or did you get lucky this time? If things didn't happen with her, I hope you've found someone else by now -- someone who delights and amazes you, and is delighted and amazed by you in return. Because you deserve it. Sincerely, Current Me