I've sent a picture in with this next letter. I'm still not sure if I should have. Anyway it's done now and I can't go back. He sounded nice though. His picture is lovely. His hand writing is a little messy but isn't most men's writing? I still haven't told mum that i'm doing this, this is probably due to the fact that i'm scared. I'll have to tell her one day, but that day isn't yet. We're only just begining this...relationship. Can I call it that? Thinking about it, what else could I call it? Here I go, rambling on. At least I know how long I'll have to wait for a reply, this time. Oh, I hope he likes the picture. Well, if he doesn't, then I'll soon know, won't I...

Oh my god, oh my god!!! I've recieved a letter from him. It came through the post today. All official with a stamp from the prison too. He sent a picture and he looks gorgeous!!! Mousey blonde hair. Blue eyes(so it said in his letter) Nice smile and a few tattoos. He asked me how I was and what did I like to do. So he's interested in me. He has also asked if I could send a photo next time. I'm still not sure yet. At least he wrote back, that's the main thing. I'm sooooo happy. When I opened the letter I was shaking. How silly is that? There was also a phone number there too. Should I ring it? Is that why he put it there? Oh well i'm going to write my next letter to him now. The sooner I send one the sooner I get another back.

i've not got long to write tonight as i'm going out for a meal. However i thought that i would check in and tell you that i've still had no reply and i'm getting tired of waiting. I'm going to go now so we'll just have to see if tmorrow brings anything.

Yesturday I told Becka, one of my closest friends, what I have done. At first she was shocked and told me that I was stupid, then she apologised after realising that last year, while we were on holiday in spain, Becka met a spainish waiter named carlos. It wouldn't have been so bad except that he was married with four children! Now though, she's dying to see a picture of him as the one on the web site isn't a very good one.Shouldn't be long now though.

I keep thinking of how he's going to react when he gets my letter. I'd love to be a fly on the wall. everytime the postman pushes the letters through my brass letter box i become all excited for a few seconds and then when I see there's nothing there of interest my heart sinks again. I know it's still too early, I keep telling myself that but the sinking feeling happens everytime there's nothing there. I feel like a child. I have no patience at the moment and it's annoying. I just have to keep telling myself that It's going to happen, Jon will write back.

Still nothing yet. I know that it's too early but I'm so nervous. If he writes back, should I send a photo? Would he stop writing to me? My heart starts to pound when I think of him opening the letter and reading the few lines that I have scribbled down. Would he show any friends that he's made? I'm worrying now. Have I done the right thing? What if it doesn't go well , he will then have my address? All these things are going through my mind. I have to stop thinking about it as I'll go crazy otherwise. I'll just have to wait and see...i suppose.

A good man's love.

Hmmmm, how should I begin this. Ok, today I was looking on the internet, you know, just browsing when I came across a penpals site. It was through being half bored and half intrigued that I read on. Then I came across a prison friends website. So I decided to take a look through. That's when I read Jon's profile. He's 37 years old and handsome to a inch with some tattoos to boot. Reading over his few lines of friendship I started to think that just maybe we had some things in common so I wrote a introduction back, not alot , but a couple of lines down on paper. I'm now waiting for him to, hopefully, reply. Fingers crossed.