Fashion Journal Ad Section. April 6th 2026

Looking for one Julie Dawson-

-Female

-5’6 and a half (the half is apparently important)

-Strawberry blonde

-Green/ Blue eyes (lighting dependent)

-Unapproachable when hungry or tired

-Slightly crooked bottom middle teeth

-Heart shaped birthmark on right shoulder

-Looks especially good in cerulean

-Liar and Destroyer of my heart

Hey Julie!

Hope you are doing well. You might be wondering why I am addressing you directly in the ad section of the fashion journal. Well, first of all, I have always found you to be a particularly fashionable individual. Your belt collection would send depop resellers into a frenzy. Second of all, you have not replied to any of my calls, text messages, emails, or handwritten letters I have left at your door (although I’m sure you enjoyed the overpriced chocolate seashells that came with them). I know you read the fashion journal -in print- weekly, so I have no doubt you will come across my ad. I’m in the market for some accountability. On the fifth of January, in the year twenty twenty six, we ended our four year relationship. We did this amicably and without negative feelings toward each other. It seems you may have forgotten in the parting of our ways we made some agreements. We promised to each other that if either of us were to need each other in the future for any reason, we would be there for each other. I have since held up my end of this promise to the fullest extent. In February when you went to Miami with your girlfriends I took great care of your cat Milo for a week, even though I hate him and still belive he is tricking you into thinking he is a good cat. His true colors come out the second you turn your back. His behavior that week was unarguably, indisputably, bad. On the first day of his stay with me he peed on my couch, then proceeded to get himself stuck in the toilet. I am slightly suspicious about the couch, as I know you thought it dated every room it was in by 40 years, and I have a dubious feeling you may have talked him into this. Anyways, this is not about Milo. When people make promises to each other they must be kept. I would think you of all people would understand this. Do you remember how mad you were when Rebecca promised to take good care of your white vintage silk blouse, and then got red wine drunk and fell in that bush, and the dry cleaners were not able to get the squirrel blood out of it? Hell, I was mad too! Rebecca lied. She made a promise, gave you her word, and then broke it. I am feeling similarly in this moment as you did towards Rebecca.

I would think after four years of committing myself to someone body and soul I deserve some respect. Was our whole relationship a lie? This kind of betrayal really gets you thinking, you know? That trip to San Francisco. We spent the day doing touristy things. Walking around the hills my calves weren’t prepared for, staring at the Golden Gate Bridge, and looking at each other and realizing we had the same thought- “well! That’s definitely a bridge!” We both agreed we’d seen more impressive bridges. You then proceeded to come at me in the hotel room with your anxieties that we were becoming uncultured and should have appreciated the bridge more. I told you, you were projecting, and that your insecurities were manifesting in an ugly way in that moment, and you told me you felt like I didn’t get your mind sometimes. The mood at dinner was off. Then HE showed up. The ridiculously attractive waiter who liked your choice of bangles or whatever. How much of a prick do you have to be to flirt with a woman right in front of their partner? Something was seriously off about that guy. No one gets to be that attractive and a decent person. The sheer audacity of him to comp our drinks, acting like he was doing me a favor. I have the 27 dollars and 42 cents you asshole. Your mood the rest of the night peaked back up. At the time I thought you were amused by me leaving a tip of exactly 27 dollars and 42 cents. Now I can’t help but rethink, were you smiling imagining a life with dimples mcgee? Were you spooning your raspberry gelato into your mouth thinking “hm, his calves definitely could’ve taken another hill or two”? Well you know what Julie? I’m so sorry I’m a well rounded individual who has hobbies outside of the gym.

I’m sure I am not asking too much of you. I was at one point ready to give you everything. I was ready to promise myself to you for an eternity. Was ready to give you my last name, and children, and a home, and a life. When we broke up, I had every intention of moving back to London like I said I was going to. I never could have predicted I would meet Emma so soon after we broke up, and I’m sorry if your feelings are hurt or whatever, but I believe it was fate. If you don’t marry me I will be forced to leave the country and it will be completely your fault. I’ve consulted my friend Jerry from college, who works in home affairs, and he’s made it clear that a marriage between me and Emma will not suffice. A partner visa through marriage needs evidence to be approved, and even though me and Emma’s relationship is as real as it gets, the government will not see it that way. We will need to move back in together for a few short years, the specifics of which can work out in the near future. If you care about me at all, or ever did, you will marry me. It’s not that complicated. The risk of being found out through this ad is nothing compared to losing the love of my life. I know that we once thought we were each other’s people, but we were wrong, and the universe had other plans. If we were truly each other’s people, it would have been enough to compel me to stay in New York. It wasn’t. You weren’t. Emma is. If you are ignoring me out of jealousy please grow up and deeply reflect on the effect you have on the lives of others. You have the power to be a good person, I know you have it within you.

I hope to hear from you soon Julie. I will always cherish the years we spent in a romantic relationship, and look forward to the coming ones we can hopefully have with each other (and Emma, of course). You know where to find me, I have not changed my number.

With Love,

George

New imessage from Julie:

April 7th 2026, 3:24 pm

What the actual hell is wrong with you? People I know read that magazine and you are embarrassing both yourself and I. I’ve made it abundantly clear I never want to hear from you again. The fact that this was even a thought that passed through your mind as something I would ever entertain is so ridiculous and insane and I actually cannot even find the words to express how ridiculous and insane it is. Stop trying to contact with me. I will not see any messages you send me in the future as you are blocked and will remain blocked. One more public display of ridiculousness and I am filing for a restraining order. Leave me the fuck alone.